My childhood face is long gone,
left behind are only whispers of before
Behind my smile lines, echos laughter of three little girls
My faint freckles hint at countless summers spent under the blazing Texas sun
Blonde streaks woven into my chestnut hair remind of a time when I was Golden
Although my face is no longer so young,
I cherish its aged beauty
because within my wrinkles;
-my chestnut darkened hair-
lives all of my childhood stories
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 10:40 PM UTC
My childhood face is long gone,
left behind are only whispers of before
Behind my smile lines, echos laughter of three little girls
My faint freckles hint at countless summers spent under the blazing Texas sun
Blonde streaks woven into my chestnut hair remind of a time when I was Golden
Although my face is no longer so young,
I cherish its aged beauty
because within my wrinkles;
-my chestnut darkened hair-
lives all of my childhood stories