anonymousaxolotl

the girl

I miss her.

The girl who loved living.

The girl who twirled

because she could,

and who danced for the

people who couldn’t.

The girl that turned heads

because people saw the sparkle of life

in her eyes,

and the sunflowers

in her soul.

I miss the girl that people loved,

and that loved people.

I miss the girl

that played music as loud as she could,

and laughed for no good reason.

I miss the girl

who would cry with others,

and make people better.

I miss the girl that looked at things

through a rose-colored lense,

and smiled.

Who looked forward to

the rest of her days.

I miss the girl

that loved herself,

and her body.

Who felt no guilt.

I miss the girl that lived,

and enjoyed it.

I call back to her,

But she was swallowed by herself.

Floated away like a dandelion

Blown apart by others.

I call back to her,

but she is not to be found.