Just your regular 16 year old girl from Northern Ireland. Want to give writing a try....
Even unborn my toes were still there even before I had my hair. Toes were like puppets in Daddy's little rhymes as he wiggled mine around in front of my eyes.
I start out small. As nothing at all. I fall from above. Dropped onto a glove. Moulded by you. Until I grew. You can't help it. But I'm easily melted. I can start a fight. But I'm just plain white.
When I started out small I knew nothing at all No words to speak Only eyes to seek Up on Grandpa's lap What seemed like a dream Made my face beam Where stories unfolded And characters moulded...
Feeling like a fish out of water and a bird in the sky, My mixed emotions are soaring high, As I write my first words, I feel like that bird, But not knowing where to start in the world..