lola-3
American
A nome de plume I've come to live by. I am Lola - I am a wallflower. I stay here where it's cozy. I stay within my mind... But I get by without you noticing. I blend in by the way I stand out. The words I weave leave patterns in the dirt. If you stare just long enough...
In the wings
I know my lines.
I know the exact moment to touch that button on my dress.
I know where to stand, the invisible 'x'.
But my face is all wrong.
But my timing is off.
But my hands can't, won't stop shaking.
So there's my cue, and I go.
Wrong foot forward
This instead of that
The lump in my throat
chokes
me
And I miss the invisible 'x'
Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 11:04 PM UTC
Discarded christmas trees lay naked on city sidewalks.
Goodnight baby Jesus.
Another victim of the holidaze.
What's this all about?
Jan 6, 2013
Jan 6, 2013 at 4:10 PM UTC