You know the little girl who rode bikes all day ?
The one who didn't have a care ?
You remember her back in 99?
She wasn't the prettiest but she was bright ?
You didn't quite thinking it then..
But you wrote those a poem,
Girl you was a poet and didn't even know it .. LOL right LOL
NO doubting it now, when you see her everyday
You look up in the mirror and she smiles.
But not seriously I'm talkin about myself but I have a
picture of myself sitting infront of me everyday.
Reminding me that I wanted to be heard, wanted to be bigger than the city I come from..
We all know why we are here so lets write for a younger self.. SHALL WE ?