I'm 14 goin on 6.
i still wanna have recess, and play with barbies, watch sesame street, and eat lollipops cause they so sweet. they make my tongue red, and taste like cherry.
i wanna forget about homework, boys, school. forget about what looks good, and wat's not cool. forget about upcoming regeants, forget about sexually transmitted diseases. forget about pain, forget about lieing. i'm 14 goin on 6.
i still wanna cry when i get hurt. i still wanna be carried up the stairs. go with mom and daddy to work. have everybody tell me i'm cute, and actually mean it. have actual fun, like play in the mud, and throw tantrums when i have to have baths to get clean again.
i wanna forget about that boy that gave me my first real kiss, then let everything crumble, and fall like a dry sand castle on a hot day at the beach. i still have my innocence, but with all the experience, and know that the more you grow up, the more difficult it is to maintain just being 6.
