12 years

12 years

A Poem by Rose

Your not 12 years old sitting on that green staircase crying over a red singlet
12 years old and feeling paranoid sitting with a group of boys underneath a house
Your not there anymore

© 2018 Rose


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the only permanent thing in this world is change. Even looking back at the puberty stage of 12, there are still many realizations in terms of wisdom until who we are at present. I like the poem

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Added on March 8, 2018
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Rose
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A Poem by Rose