Story

I've heard this story before,

a girl who thinks shes a downright bore,

playing all the saddest cards,

her head among the moon and stars.

Well she isnt i say,

to the bright of day,

with her head among the stars,

it's her thoughts that should be ours.

Sometimes it repeats,

waking forth from a fitful sleep,

with the thoughts that should be ours,

disappears once more into the half-light hours.

From dusk till dawn,

I hear her thoughts once more

from the juvenile thoughts of bed-time lore,

but wait. 

I've heard this story before.

Author's Note

This was an entry for a contest. Shh.

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

very nice ly done

[Alicia Schroeder]

THis is great..