When I was a little girl,
I was my grandfather's world.
He used to call me his angel.
He was like the Dad,
that I wished I had.
He taught me everything.
It was always just me,
The only girl he could see.
We were inceperable.
But time is a curse,
Like a man stealing a woman's purse.
It's not the same anymore.
First it was because,
My little brother. He was the cause,
That I first had to share my grandfather.
I grew up some more,
And now it feels like I'm the back door.
There's my little cousin in the way now.
I never had,
A loving Dad.
So that's why I turned to Pup.
He was my world,
When I was a little girl.
He did it all for me.
Yes, he is still here,
But I still have that fear,
That I'm losing him.
I'm a sixteen year old,
Yet, I'm just that cold.
I'm being selfish like a child.
I was here first,
But my dreamland burst.
Now I have to share.
My cousin is sucking the life out of him,
Now it seems like I get nothing when I'm with him.
I just want him to myself.
I don't want to share,
I don't care,
That there are other people he needs to tend to.
I'm still a little girl at heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sweet! no offence, i have felt that way sometimes! ...