hafsa ali

Rookie (15/05/1998 / london)

Kid - Poem by hafsa ali

i use to dream about faiires and love and stars and even my own little black poney
why did i bother
this isn't me anymore i dnt express my feelings to everyone
not till my dad went
only then did i know
drems are messed up
never beleive them
what's the point
you going to get your hopes up
when your kid you beleive eveerything
like pigs can fly
then life hits you and it is over

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 6, 2010

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