Exhilarating game
On a sunny morning
Your mighty skipping rope
Makes you hard to keep still.
You’re innocently trapped
In the realm of childhood
Along those playful leaps
Joy beams out of your eyes.
But you came into halt
With that searing wetness
Strange internal turmoil
Keeps you a little restless
At home, pain has wracked you
With tell tale signs on skirt
Your eyes turn to your room
To change your stained apparel.
In front of the mirror
You spot that surprising mess
When your sight crawls higher
You see those firm, full busts
It’s charm of a woman
No longer a girl’s face
No skipping rope at all
Not a girl anymore.
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