soft demure bra straps showing
misjudged but not surprised
believes in karma and pure luck
knowing destiny is what you make it
askew mind keeping what was taught
joyous laughter consistently real
outbursts of crazy
makes life
disturbed actions
derailed thoughts
from a cute slightly used effigy of she
a down pour of nothingness
floods the room
sitting cross legged in the middle of the floor
waiting to drown in the voices
well-wishes from passersby
thinking it's art
she knows
thoughts made still
what others' words enraged
putting on the slippers
she's got dancin' feet ready to move
be still young mind there's lots of thinking to do
they spoke in hopes that time stood still
ready to fight
she tied a bow in her hair
full of quick wit
holding back a sharp tongue
pretty packages of deception
Written 10/4/2007 by Tamara Edmond
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