Unsaid (A Poem Compilation)

16. My Old Self

MY OLD SELF

I saw how her smile formed on her lips,

I saw how she laughs at small things,

I saw how her eyes sparkle every minute,

I saw how true her feelings is.

I saw how she accepts things easily,

I saw how she handles things so badly,

But now, it's hard for her to smile.

It's hard for her to laugh.

The sparkle on her eyes now became a burning glare.

The happiness on her face can never be seen again.

Because, she changed.

That girl has changed.

Oh, how I miss seeing those things on her -

How I miss my old self.