Is it really me? , the girl I used to be...
Thinking about no one ,
with a mind of full of creativity...
Maybe I lost her somewhere ,
Somewhere she found me...
She was excited to be me ,
but no one ever told her how it feels..
When i look at the mirror,
i found so many insecurities...
If she was here ,
she would never think like me...
She would've told me ,
I'm already preety...
One day she asked me ,
“Who am I and who was she?”
I replied “I still overthink ,when I have everything but she was happy when she had nothing!”
But life took it's toll,
and she vanished from my sight.
Leaving me with nothing,
except for her beautiful smiles.
Leaving me with shadows,where her laughter ignite.
And now she's just a memory of someone,i could never be...
~Velvet_Alleys~
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Poesia'Old scribbles ':A collection of whispers and dreams. Heartfelt words,timeless echoes
