Moulded

 

Was I that girl,

You took as your muse,

The innocent canvas

For your craft to abuse,

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Was I that girl,

You traced onto paper,

Sketch book reflections,

For you, the creator.

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Was I that girl,

You sculpted in clay,

Moulded and formed,

Till I learned to obey.

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Was I that girl,

You painted in oil,

Rendered immortal,

In sweat and gold foil.

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Was I that girl,

You wrote sonnets for,

Melodies of sorrow,

Of what was before.

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Oh, I was that girl,

I know it is true,

For the woman I am,

Was created by you.

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