always a reflection
a sorrel mare with one white sock
a stock color to produce
whatever you would want
this is where i have been
eternity trapped in this..... mask?
i wear no mask!
i was not burned in acid, or something.....
only stuck being the kind of girl
you would take home to Mom
after a week of fun
my always open arms
embracing the human flaw
the Greek hero who drowned
reaching for himself.....
.....me......
it's not conceit
anyone who has looked has seen
a reflection of themselves
their wants
their dreams
not a carbon copy
only this reflection
imperfectly perfectly
what every man wants
is it any wonder
i always wanted to be a Grulla instead.........
(JL)
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 3:25 PM UTC
always a reflection
a sorrel mare with one white sock
a stock color to produce
whatever you would want
this is where i have been
eternity trapped in this..... mask?
i wear no mask!
i was not burned in acid, or something.....
only stuck being the kind of girl
you would take home to Mom
after a week of fun
my always open arms
embracing the human flaw
the Greek hero who drowned
reaching for himself.....
.....me......
it's not conceit
anyone who has looked has seen
a reflection of themselves
their wants
their dreams
not a carbon copy
only this reflection
imperfectly perfectly
what every man wants
is it any wonder
i always wanted to be a Grulla instead.........
(JL)
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