1d
This path
Is more like a bridge
Without rails.
I’m taking baby steps,
I already see the light.
I’m hearing thunder—
Still distant,
But I hear it.
Mommy is coming.
Is more like a bridge
Without rails.
I’m taking baby steps,
I already see the light.
I’m hearing thunder—
Still distant,
But I hear it.
Mommy is coming.
Written by
girlinflames
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