• juniorauthor 5w

    Rock, Paper, Scissors

    She's just a kid–a little girl.

    Just like a normal child, she loves to play around.
    Rock, paper, scissors; that was her favorite.
    Her smile is like a ray of the sun, all bright and beautiful.
    Her laugh is like a sound that you won't be able to forget, music to the ears.
    But her cry, you won't like it.

    It pierces you through the heart,
    And then tears you apart.