An internal response to being told I've changed. Being told I'm not the girl I was years ago. As if it was a bad thing. Never did like that...
The Distanced Between Us
Looking through the looking glass
I see not me but someone else
but if not me, who could it be
I do not know and so I turn
away from me or other me
or whom so ever it may be
Look into my soul and say
you are who last I thought you were
though different now yet not much so
Naught but a girl who's had to grow
up quite too fast while at long last
she's found a place to call her home
Looking up and ever on
not looking back but once awhile
I've found the me I want to be
Much of sorrow did e'er we go
through just to get here you and me
apart not truly will we be
- 04 June 2006
No comments:
Post a Comment