I Could Be A Girl.

I should be asleep.

I should be curled in my bed,

refusing dreams.

 

But something tells me to stay.

Wait.

Wait like a good little girl.

Wait like a good little girl at the door.

 

Do that whole 

clasping hands,

holding-on-to-hope

thing.

 

Because being a typical,

vulnerable and normal

girl,

isn't that bad always.

 

It's not entirely without it's charms.

 

There's the softness.

The clothes.

Lipstick.

Oh God yes, lipstick.

And of course,

doe-eyed dreaming.

 

It's okay to let the sheet-metal armor slip.

No one's watching for the

dents or kinks;

no one's checking for weak spots.

No one is looking for a way in.

 

And least not yet, anyways.

Reviews

[Angel's Lady]

doe-eyed dreaming...
Yes, well, there's that! I liked this very much. Great write!

[Angel's Lady]

doe-eyed dreaming...
Yes, well, there's that! I liked this very much. Great write!

[Wildfleour]

I did like this and it's probably because I can relate to it. I always hated the "girlie" stuff; I was very much the tomboy, but yet I like feeling like a woman and being treated as such. A contradiction, true, but there it is!

[Dawn Jones]

I love the GIRLIE ones... the lipstick is just hott.

I love you honey, I love the way you write, and I love your mind.