even as a little girl
you were always there.
weren't you?
even as a little girl
dreaming of daisies
chasing birds
and watching people walking by as they held hands,
whispering words that weren't words in each other's ears.
you were a romantique.
weren't you?
even as a little girl
wanting so hard to be loved
that you talked yourself into it
and watched sandcastle hearts and hands melt with the tides.
and you cried. oh, how you cried those earnest tears.
you are all grown up now.
aren't you?
acknowledging your life
as a gift you can now hold
in hands that have been denied so long
by others who wanted to put you on a shelf
apart from yourself, and what you wanted to be, all these years.
William F. Devault. all rights reserved.
Thursday, February 07, 2008
even as a little girl
Labels: 2008, As such..., aubergine 2 observations
2 observations:
I'm crying right now. Because I'm happy. Because you understand. And I'm not alone anymore.
You aren't. Someone needs to give you the freedom to be yourself and be willing to, with eyes tightly closed, say they love you.
Be yourself. That's the woman I fell in love with. The rest is just window dressing people make up to hide their hearts.
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