𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑨 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓 - 𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒃𝒚 𝑴𝒆

I Miss The Girl

(This was inspired by a Tik Tok I saw of a woman talking about her youth. I decided to make one similar to it talking about how I've grown as a young woman.)

I miss the girl who would stand in front of the mirror with a hairbrush and pretend to be Elvis because she thought that it was a bore to be Priscilla.

I miss the girl who no matter how horrible the bullies were in class she would still try and be bright as the sun.

I miss the girl who only wanted Instagram just so she could post pictures of Shirley Temple and hopefully find other girls who liked her just as much as she did.

I miss the girl who wanted people to call her John because she looked up to The Beatles so much that she decided she would create time travel just so she could give them all just one hug.

I miss the girl who had no fear of texting someone.

I miss the girl that would pull out her journal and write a letter, to Freddie Mercury. All she wanted to do was tell him about her day. And if she asked. Somehow, just maybe she could get the advice her mother never gave.

I miss the girl who would play Elton John all the time and dance to his songs whenever they came.

I miss the girl who would listen to Cherry Bomb but would blush brighter than a rose whenever the pretty girl at Hot Topic smiled at her.

But most of all.

I miss the girl who wasn't sad

Or at least didn't know she was