Wednesday, March 26, 2014

The one day I wear shorts it rains...

She tries to be careful of what she says but her blue eyes crave crazy. 
Her relationship with giraffes is a strange one. 
She sleeps in a blue sweatshirt when nights get incredibly rough. 
Her friend down the road is in love with so many and they all love her back. 
Her friend up the road has the yearning to leave that tends to seeps into her own heart. 
She sucks badly at making choices even though they are already secretly decided. 
Her mother lets her snuggle up with her when father is gone and her tummy hurts. 
She wishes she could write as eloquently and beautifully as her friend up the high road. 
She falls too quickly and is thought less of for that sometimes. 
Her heart beats as fast as the raindrops. 
She shakes with nerves for tonight and where he will be called. 

And sometimes, probably too many times, she gets caught up in awe at the wonderful people that surround her.

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