I close my eyes behind all that I've known, or have become so used to. You can't see me; I won't allow it.
But still, I stand here. My feet are cemented onto the ground.
You are strong; I am weak. You pull me to you, using the great strength that you have. Although you may not know it, my heart melts when you hold me in your arms.
You gently embrace my body, but beneath your shoulders, I cry. You can't see my tears; I won't allow it. They roll off my face, and hit the ground- splashing up like gathered puddles of water near the sidewalk, that little girls, like I myself used to be, will always prance through adn through after it rains. But as the tears fall, so do I. You don't know that either.
*Jennifer Arnold* (NOT for Randy-- for Dustin) |
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