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Girls Once Toddlers By Ogri Mathilda Sarah (@Mathillss)


No longer does happiness become a routine
But a thing to check
With lipsticks and bangles
High heels and diamonds
Earnings and bracelets
Girls once toddlers
All dressed in their vintage shoes
Swaying high
Walking high
Heads up so high
Like a burden so free
Seeing beauties called the Future
Creating visions as they move on
Do they really know the aftertaste of growing up?
Girls once toddlers
Now an adult or a Mother
No longer freely does walking sink in
All but a choice to carry gently
The pretty fragile legs in a trace for a catwalk
Who would once ever think
These toddlers holding unto toys and choclates
Dismiss all but for a glance of shoes?
Once were toddlers
Now but a Lady
Worried about the future
A perfect lover
Wired accounts
A theatre of cloths
And jewelries
With blooming flowers
In her decord' mansion
Girls once toddlers
No more but a lady
With flashy wishes
Of if only the toddling
Years could last forever
Wrapt in laughter and less worries.
Girls once toddlers

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  1. AnonymousDecember 9, 2015 at 12:46 AM

    The Ladies of really need to read this and meditate on it

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