Ode to the Old Me


This is an ode for the lonely one

the precious princess in her castle

with stuffed animal servants

and an imaginary knights


This is an ode for the quiet one

the bookish girl with sand in her shoes

flowers in her pockets

and her head in the clouds


This is an ode for the secretive one

with notebooks crammed with tear-stained ink

and scraps of paper scribbled with feelings

unsaid and unloaded to no one


This is an ode for the sensitive one

weaving her words like a daisy chain

through leftover stuffing

and paper scraps



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