Plush's PoV

[AN: Real life experiences?] She was six, All smiles and laughter Showing me all of her new tricks. A little young, a little dafter. As the years passed on We were still inseparable Like a beat and a song Each moment commemorable Now she's all grown up Moving out on her own Going out to club Now, smelling like someone else's cologne Even though she's changed And she's now 21. The childhood wishes outranged All but that innocent fun. But even as she grew older She still pulls me in close On the nights that feel colder Her childhood scent of rose