Think of me as I was before
Not as I am now
If you were to think of me at all
Picture me In a dress of white
Standing at the arch
Bathed in all the warm colors of fall
Shimmering eyes and Rosy skin
Smiling steady and strong
Standing just as stable and as sure
Letting all the memories of
The past fall far away
And sink into a long forgotten blur
Think of me as I was before
And not as I am now
If I were to cross your mind at all
Not how I was on that dark night
When everything went wrong
That dark lonely night that was last fall
Sunken cheeks and a hollow gaze
Shaking and afraid
My bags hastily packed strewn on the floor
Hateful words that stung and lingered
In my mind for days
After I stumbled my way out the door
Think of me as I was before
The way I was for years
A child you would cradle in your arms
A treasure, a gem, a precious gift
Your first born little girl
To whom you promised never to bring harm
Think of me as I was before
Not how I am now
Scarred by an oath you couldn't bear to keep
Think of me in how you work
And everything you do
Lest my wails of anguish haunt your sleep
Think of me as I was before
Not as I am now
Surrounded by leaves in Scarlet fall
I'll be standing at the arch
In a dress of white
If you dare to think of me at all
YOU ARE READING
Paper girl
PoetryA collection of late night thoughts, from spills of emotion to 3am moods. Including childhood poems, Letters I never got to send, Lyrics I can't sing aloud, And miscellaneous quotes and fragments from yet to be published stories. Disclaimer: •chapt...
