Darkness around her
Shadows; no lights
Anxiety
She's never been here before
She is with him, but she doesn't feel safe
He is her "protector"
But she would honestly feel safer
With a middle aged woman
Standing at only 5'3
She looks around
Him, her, men, shoes
Ebullient tones, and
Darkness
Shadows; no lights
She looks up at the sky
She thinks; she prays
She wants to go home
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The Scrambled Philosophies That I Call Thoughts
PoetryThe scattered musings about love and life by a(n) (a)musing girl who knows little of either.
