--Baby Boo.--
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Love may be easier if you could choose,
but it would not be as magical.
An eight year old, playing in the park.
?I want to be a dancer, when I grow up.?
There's no pain in that, no cocaine in that.
The only things to slow her down are the scrapes on her knees.
There are no holes in her heart,
and her favorite form of art is the paint on her fingers.
What she wishes for the most, is her very own pony.
But the whole world knows she'll settle for a puppy.
And when she runs, it isn't because she wants to be skinny.
Playing tag with her friends is a good way to keep busy.
She's just an eight year old playing in the park,
with dreams of bigger things and a curfew before dark.
You want what you cant have until you get it.
And then it's nothing.