dancing
his figure
strong in her mind.
music she wishes she could hear
she dreams of a warmth that
covers all her imperfections
and his eyes that twinkle
she felt his face
and she could play her tune
out in quarter notes on his heart strings
rhyming
causing too much in a rythem of
words that
she lazily placed
side by side
they stand
showing her pain
her joy
her absoulute feeling
of failure
when will her words be read
and recognized
as the truth she waited for.
the truth she is hiding from
waiting
to hear the music play.
12:05 am - Saturday, Sept. 21, 2002
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