Eighteen
When we first met,
I was wide-eyed,
Just one sad, scared girl,
Brought back to life by sixteen little hands,
One big heart.
Then I came back,
Big brown eyes hungry for adventure,
Fingers tapping the steering wheel,
Ready to fly.
Today I come in
A bit broken, a bit whole.
China and rubber,
Old and new,
Still in need of healing.
Tape me back together again,
Make me safe and never sorry.
You see me, like no one else.
I missed you, my friend.
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