The me I use to be

There is a girl that I use to be

she still lives here inside of me

with a wry grin and twinkle to see

she was wild, and she was free.

dancing in the bedcovers

twirling in the curtains

making shadow puppets dance.

with glee she saw the world

through eyes that had seen much

but chose

to see more.

she is there

and will not be ignored

she demands to be heard

to play, jump, and sing

to make funny faces

and quirky plans

she is me,

she is me,

she is the me I use to be.

Published by Bexley Benton. (Pen name)

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog.

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