Friday, March 16, 2012

Meeting myself for the third time

I'll never be
a first draft writer
a sword fighter
a high diver
I'll never be
the dirt under your nails
no matter how much we play
how little we say
I'll never be
the dancing hula girl
on the dashboard of life
unless of course, she's wearing an eyepatch
I'll never be
prone to growing long and tangly roots
but that won't stop me
from trying.

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