A painting on the wall,

stares at me,

looking back at the drawing it painted,

sinking deep into my emotions

it can almost drown.

The painting is of a girl,

with fair beauty and big dreams,

the girl looks happy

but..

behind her smile

she mourns,

for the person she lost,

knowing she will never get her back,

knowing that she will never be

with her again.

But at the same time,

she is happy because she

lost a girl she loved,

but a new is reborn,

in her eyes,

deep within their rich chocolate color

is the girl smiling,

relieved of all the pain.

I stare at myself,

crying,

knowing

that the girl I use to be is not there anymore,

but in some way is.

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Hellooooo, writer speaking!!! :)

This poem is about me and how I mourn for the young me, because when you grow older you start to change and become different. And you can never get that old part of you back again, because I sometimes wish I was the old me. But I keep changing because it's life. Anyways, I'll stop talking now. Enjoy!
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