(Also, in case you're following along and noticed: Yes, I did tend to like using iambic pentameter, and the sonnet style ;P ... I do start getting more free-style in later poems, promise.)
Girls
Happy are our hours, laughter and play,
As we dance to music, skipping with ease,
We don't seem to see, as time slips away,
That others are fearful, bad and displeased.
We're just children, 'are as all children are,
Care-free, trusting, no malicious intent,
But one day grown-ups who come from afar,
Come to take Sarah, away to be sent.
We run to our secret together-place,
Waterfall, stars, breathing beneath the sky,
Crying, holding each other, soon we must face,
Being torn apart, rather wanting to die.
But death never comes, so 'looks like we'll be,
Caught in this anguish, never-endingly.
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