Mina Writes Poetry (Again)

Mina lays across her bed. Peacefully fallen asleep. Her quill rested onto the paper in the little pink book in which she wrote out her thoughts: Play Time Imagination is my bestie! Silly string makes a mess everywhere It's sticky and gooey and gets in my hair We did dress up and dancing and other fun things I can't explain why I don't feel the joy that you bring I've been picked up and twirled around Spinning and spinning until I'm all weak and dizzy There was something I lost but now it's been found But I wish that it wasn't sometimes I keep all the memories we have in a safe place I lock it behind locket deep in my heart And when I find my lost toy, I open it again Out comes rainbows and glitter! I'm very happy that we're friends I never want our play times ever to end! Sometimes, when they do The magic all stops I'm stuck with Reality He hits me with rocks They beat against my heart Thump♡Thump♡Thump♡ CRASH And shatters my heart, spewing my rainbow blood I try not to think of him And I ignore him a lot But he always comes back and I can't fight him I just have to wait And we can make those memories again Forever caught in a loop We play again and again And we spin And spin I hope that next time Play time never ends So when he comes back You'll fight him away for me After all, you're my best friend...