When I was a pretty girl

I was aware of my own deep desires.
I knew what kind happiness I wanted. When I was a pretty girl, I was young and nice. Sweet. I never wanted to hurt myself.
I was pretty back then.
I was clean and my heart was clear.
No history, no dark, filthy, and hideous secrets to keep down.
My beauty was public and coherent. It was even complete.
When I was a pretty girl I knew the melodies that count. I knew at least some of them.
Now I know nothing about them. Can’t even hear them or distinguish their sounds.
When I was a pretty girl, I have known the eyes- the ones that are true and honest. The ones that  can dig deep holes into your body, even your heart.
When I was a pretty girl, I used to innocently laugh and cry. My tears were innocent and fresh. Way too clean.
When I was a pretty girl, my face was all clear and pretty. I used to smile. And a nice smile I had.
Now my eyes are darker than the night, even darker than my hair.

2 thoughts on “When I was a pretty girl

  1. Arwa – what we can say for your beautiful and magic words – I am humbled and appreciative of you being such powerful and creative…Your message is the most practical in our life!


    • Hi Mino how are you? Thank you so much for your trust and beliefs in me. I become creative by feelings and support. I know i need more courage and support everyday so i can publish/post new things. I’m more humble than i think i am and i try my best not to lose my strength and confidence.


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