Me, I miss the old me, as free and commanding as a Queen Bee.
Me, I miss the old me, who was as happy as she can be.
Me, the old me, where are you?
Me, the old me, have you gone to that hill to play and sing?
Me, the old me, what would you do if you were happy?
Me, the old me, who would you meet if you were sad?
Me, oh the old me, so bright and peaceful was your smile,
A radiant flow of love and happiness, did you spread like a virus, but only you, you my dear were more like an antivirus.
Your passion to love more than just yourself but others was what they could see right?

Me, the old me, what happened to me?
Me, the old me, where did you voyage to?
Me, the old me, when shall I behold your return?
Me, the old me, can't you fight it?
Me, the old me, how were you able to forgive?
Me, the old me, I can't seem to find you, nor your scent, but I did vision a whisk of you.
You ever so slowly faded away, away from me, away from them, away from us. I knew how it all began.

Is it the soothing touch of Mother that you miss?
Is it the late night stories of Father that you crave?
Is it the constant banter of dear Sisters and Brother that you are reaching for?

Me, the new me, Where is that beautiful smile?
Me, the new me, When did it all end?
Me, the new me, Why won't you forgive?
Me, the new me, What do you do when you get sad?
Me, the new me, Who is your firm foundation when you are weak?
Me, the new me, Wait!!!!
Do not look back I beg of thee, for of thy heart shall it bleed once again. I defer to see thee troubled, broken, angered and misjudged.
Of what good shall come of thy irrelevant wrath?
Do not look back, I plea, for you shall see the scar's again. You shall see them same way.

Me, the new me, you are more than meet the eyes.
Me, the new me, you are special.
Me, the new me, you are an imperfect perfection, a perfect imperfect creation. For of this, if it where not so, your existence shall not be made known.
Me, the new me, do not be the old me, but be you. Do not be the same you but be ME.
Me, the new me, love yourself like none other would.
For of gold, diamonds, silver, Topaz, you are more than precious, even more than a sandalwood.
Me, the new me, I love you.
© DelightAnumba