Body Of An Eighteen Year Old GirlA Poem by .::Cup^E^Cake*RaWr!*::.This Is How I Feel About All The Pieces Of Me.These are the feet of an eighteen year old girl, That's walked in so many shadows. She's ready to break out But no one really knows What she's all about.
These are the hands of an eighteen year old girl, That's touched so much But has never been touched. She just sits & waits for her turn.
These are the legs of an eighteen year old girl, There so long & so beautiful But still so scarred From falling down & shaving accidents.
These are the arms of an eighteen year old girl, They've been around so many loved people But she still waits to feel his arms around her. She wonders when love will find it's way to her.
These are the hips of an eighteen year old girl, They swing so gracefully as all the boys stare but at the end of the day None of them will be there.
These are the lips of an eighteen year old girl, So pretty but still so many ugly words come out. So soft & so kissable, They speak of no doubt.
These are the eyes of any eighteen year old girl, They wonder away when looked into For fear of someone seeing Everything behind what she deceives has "true".
This is the body of an eighteen year old girl, I'm confident but still on earth. I'm crazy & wondering what is my worth. I'm emotional but hard on the outside. I'm telling the truth when people think I lied. I'm loud at times but mostly quiet. I keep on trying when I wanna give up on it. I'm many different things, Too many to say. I'm just me at the end of the day. © 2008 .::Cup^E^Cake*RaWr!*::.Author's Note
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15 Reviews Added on July 24, 2008 Last Updated on July 24, 2008 Author.::Cup^E^Cake*RaWr!*::.Somewhere I need to be down in, ARAboutMy Name is Rebekah but everyone calls me Beck or Beckah or my fav Cup^E^Cake & I was born in Ohio but Raised in the south. My poems are about things that really happend some where in my life weather .. more..Writing
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