One day,
When I am older
I will sip
From a champagne glass
And then wipe the stain
My lipstick has made
Off the rim
With my thumb
When I am older,
I will break the hearts
Of many adoring men
And stroke their hair
In the dim light
Of the candles
By the bed
Oh, they all meant nothing
When I am older,
I will silence a room
With the curves and
scoops of my
Womanly body
Swaying gracefully
And suggestively
Across a room
Each pair of eyes
Fixed on
Me
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Fleeting as a bird, you looked at me.
I am who I am.... I am woman of passion.. A woman made of fire.. I am an older sister, Who never listens. I am a young (yes young) mother, Who is always smitten.
When you tell me to leave, I stay behind. When you tell me to speak, I keep silent. When you tell me to be still, I move away. When you tell me to smile, I make sure I frown.
I'm a no threat, Just a girl. Have no place In real world. Just a peice In your dreams. I'm weak as it Could ever seem. But NO. I'm strong willed and stubborn.
I love this!!! Fantastic flow, and what sounds like a young girl's crazy ideal of adulthood! Fab π
It's kinda sexy in some strange way. Women who know their way, in any case this was a piece definitely worth reading.βΊπ
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