Who She Used To Be
Her body tells a story.
A story all might not know.
Her lips and voice once used as a flirtatious weapon.
Hips once used to seduce.
She used to dress to impress.
Too flirtatious for her own good.
Now her lips are used to kiss boo-boos.
Her voice used to sing lullabies.
Her body used to take care of everyone else first.
Now she dresses without a care.
Somedays she doesn't recognize herself from who she used to be.
Copyright © Maria Mastay | Year Posted 2025
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