Doodling in the Margins
Vacant Eyes,
Half a smile
She stares through me
All the while
I draw her nose
And finish her face
Then her body begins to take shape
Long legs,
Curving hips
A tiny waste,
Delicate breasts
Is she what I want to be?
A mindless body,
Man's fantasy?
Do those eyes really see?
Or worst of all...
Is she me?
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Okay, okay, I'm getting some flack 4 my Spork poem, so here's a new one you ppl might like better.
(It was time to update anyway)
P.S. Is this better, Rach? If not, it's ok, I still luv you (even if you are a little too normal...lol).
Oh yeah! And you never signed my g-book either, you brat!
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