Flower Girls by PiggilyTails
FeatureSummary:

stories/1/images/FlowerGirls-Cover-1-S.pngA short poem from somewhere deap inside me. I dedicate this story to ever "girl" out there that struggles to be the "she" whom she knows herself to be.

I would like to thank everyone in the #GabyZone Chatroom @ irc.cyberbrats.org for giving me the encouragement needed to finish this little poerm, and to Annette inparticular, for helping me "polish" this.

-HuGgLeS-

PiggilyTails


Categories: Poems/Poetry Characters: None
Age Group: None
Categories: Sweet and Sentimental
Genre: Drama
Keywords: None
Story Universe: None
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 1 Completed: Yes Word count: 344 Read: 11550 Published: 20 Jan 2008 Updated: 20 Jan 2008
Story Notes:

©2008 PiggilyTails (Kirstyn Amanda Fox)

1. Chapter 1 by PiggilyTails

Chapter 1 by PiggilyTails

stories/1/images/FlowerGirls-Cover-1-S.pngAs I sit and ponder, all there is to be;

I can't but think and wonder, what you think of me.

Some people stare and ponder, asking what's wrong with me;

As I sit and tell them, whom I need to be.

The world is full of mysteries, as sure as sure can be;

Because you can make a girl from flowers, just not out of me.

 

The world so sad and somber, everywhere I see;

A land so prim and proper, but with neer the room for me.

Though I strive forever, to be whom I need to be;

I just want to tell the world, "that's not the me you see".

There is no cure or potion, nor solution that I see;

Because you can make a girl from flowers, just not out of me.


The world doth seem so somber, when you feel a bit like me;

It makes me even wonder, why I need to be.

The person that is hiding, whom shall never really be;

The person that is there, for only me to see.

For I can't forever be hiding, whom it is I need to be;

Because you can make a girl from flowers, just not out of me.


Sometimes I sit and languish, in a world so full of screams;

About a thing so childish, as whom I am to be.

A thought so rich and lavish, and selfish as can be;

A feeling of want and loathing, how come it's only me?

I feel so scared and lonely, with no end in sight I see;

Because you can make a girl from flowers, just not out of me.


As I lay this out on paper, for all the world to see;

I bare my soul for reaping, to thou that doth judge me.

I lay in contemplation, of all it is I see;

And notice with apprehension, all there is is me.

For life in isolation, did surely make me see;

That I am a girl of flowers, for all the world to see!
End Notes:

©2008 PiggilyTails (Kirstyn Amanda Fox)

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