I once was the girl
who jived with Casey Kasem
and knew every word
to my favorite songs.
Then you came along.
I gave you my radio
and you turned the dial.
Now I can't remember
My Music.
I once was the girl
who painted portraits
of princesses from
brushes dipped in pretend.
Then you came along.
I gave you my pallete
and you traded creation for reality.
Now I can't remember
My Dreams.
I once was the girl
who lived among tree tops
thriving on the smell of sap
and the feel of moss.
Then you came along.
I gave you my hand
and you led me inside.
Now I can't remember
My Serenity.
I once was the girl
who poured out poetry
from my fingertips like
my blood was made of ink.
Then you came along.
I gave you my pen
and you rewrote my identity.
Now I can't remember
My Words.
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