I am a girl of 14, soon to be 15.
I am a girl of growing hair, which curls hopeless around my face.
I am a girl of music, forgetting to play sometimes, but giving my best when I do.
I am a girl of working, moving myself to do what needs to be done... late or not.
I am a girl of art, taking my pen to paper with a regular basis.
I am a girl of song, singing in the seemingly empty kitchen while doing dishes.
I am a girl of growing, height dimished, bust increasing.
I am a girl of who you might know, and who loves everyone who does.
I am a girl, but I will always, always, be your girl.
I am a girl of growing hair, which curls hopeless around my face.
I am a girl of music, forgetting to play sometimes, but giving my best when I do.
I am a girl of working, moving myself to do what needs to be done... late or not.
I am a girl of art, taking my pen to paper with a regular basis.
I am a girl of song, singing in the seemingly empty kitchen while doing dishes.
I am a girl of growing, height dimished, bust increasing.
I am a girl of who you might know, and who loves everyone who does.
I am a girl, but I will always, always, be your girl.
