“Debbie!” someone called
And I turned around to see
A small, chubby girl
Running straight at me
She skidded to a stop
“Are you Debbie!?” she asked
So I turned away from her,
Away from my past
“So what if I am!?”
I replied with a sneer
Not out of meanness
But instead out of fear
“If you're Debbie Miller,
Then I've heard of you
You used to ride horses -
Is that really true!?”
I looked at the girl
And she looked at me
She wanted an answer
That much I could see
I thought for a moment
For what could I say
That would answer her question
But not give me away!?
“Yes,” I replied
“I once used to ride”
As I tried to swallow
The hurt deep inside
“Why did you quit!?”
The girl wanted to know
I didn't want to tell her
For then my feelings would show
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So what do you think so far!? Should I continue!? It's actually an idea for a story of mine, but I thought it would work in poetry form too!.Www@QuestionHome@Com