Before
Before my 12th birthday,
I was never conscious of myself
My reflection was merely a rippling image in a beautiful lake
Food was vibrant, sweet
enjoyable
Before my 12th birthday, I never needed to love myself
My heart was well cushioned by the buds of the cottonwood tree
I only existed to play and explore ...
I was never conscious of myself
My reflection was merely a rippling image in a beautiful lake
Food was vibrant, sweet
enjoyable
Before my 12th birthday, I never needed to love myself
My heart was well cushioned by the buds of the cottonwood tree
I only existed to play and explore ...