Trinkets from the Past
Sunday, November 28, 2010 2:52 PM
There once was a girl
Who worried too much.
Her delicate nerves
Were bundled in a bunch.
She would fret and fright,
Feign and frown,
Certain she had let
Someone down.
When the dark nights
Would slip into days,
She spent her time
Counting the ways
She would say yes,
When she meant no
And taking the road high
While her heart felt low.
She dreaded the day
Trinkets from the past
Kept her company
Forgotten, at long last.
Um. BEAUTIFUL. I love this.
