old poem

Girl
confused
like I never was
at 23
or ever
she looks at me
with this sweet smile
cute girl
I knew then
as well as I do now
who I was
and that cage
is the only thing I’d ever fear
she’s looking
for her own answers
fragile like a flower
dreaming of sunshine
she can see her reflection
in bright eyes of a boy
touching her cheek
and thigh
she can feel her blood sing
when he kisses her
at 23
it’s enough
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About RudaKawa

Jestem szurniętą kobietą w średnim wieku, wiedźmą, poetką, wymądrzalską Małą Mi, która nie wiedzieć po co dorosła, mieszkam w Irlandii, na wsi, z moimi rudymi kotami i ukochaną sunią. Czytam, piszę, tańczę i śpiewam, piję hektolitry kawy i zagryzam czekoladą, mam serce i ciało w rozmiarze XXL, jestem uboga groszem, ale bogata duchem, zapraszam!! :)
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