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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