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Dec 2014
Faux fur, red lips, pleather
Everyone stops to listen, greet one another
So much time has passed.
But I jump when I receive a text from you
A girlfriend and I lament your departure
Please don't forget me.

My grandmother loved black and white
My brothers and I chow down on rice
A drink in my hand, everyone is so glad to see me
But I know how much I don't belong.

I fear sometimes
That a ring should be on my finger
But I look around and I would rather not settle.
Its not that I don't have love in my life
But I know, its not it
God, do I long for the fairytales
White wedding veil
A sundress and firm body, with a beautiful man standing next to me
My dreams and career not abruptly stopping
Let it be the best dance partner.

I'm not really sure why things work out the way they do
And I have started to grow bored of my own poetry
But call me darling, again.

I have cheated in the past
And I hope I don't cheat again
When a man is a man,
And makes me want nothing else but him.

Call me tomorrow,
Call me tonight
Call me right now.

I am at my best when I run through the Alabama flowers
But I am much too young to play Blanche Dubois
And thats okay
Because I don't really belong here anyway.

But the love and the sentiment
The sensuality
Is within me
Tattooed on me with a gentle hand
I act like a little girl, when I am back home again.
OnwardFlame
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OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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