And she is hard.
I knew her once.
That night her lips were cherry red.
(I should have written this before,
The day it all ran through my head.)
There's strength, and there's the strong. And then
You know, with hard-ass shells.
The skeleton is all outside.
Inside, it's all just gooey wells.
I just don't know.
I understand that wearing hearts pinned on your sleeve
Is too much like the children's games,
Where someone snatches, laughs and leaves.
But this--where did it go? and when?
The words are sticking to my pen.
I'd laughed and said, "You're so hardcore."
She didn't smile though.
And suddenly my little life
Just shriveled up and ran and hid.
I'd planned to meet her there.
But where's the girl I knew when we were kids?
- ▼ 2009 (9)