Silly GIrl

Silly GIrl

A Poem by Stephanie Allen
"

I'm just a silly girl with a flower.

"

I watch you walk down the hall
Completely unaware of me
Thinking of the crappy poetry
I plan to write for you today

Oh, if only you knew
About the pages of notebook paper
I've wasted on you
I wonder how much you'd laugh

[Chorus]
I'm just a silly girl
With a flower in one hand
And a handful of dreams in the other
Just waiting for them to come true

I watch the words form on the page
Much too easily, it seems
Resisting the urge to tear it all up
And watch the scraps fly away

Oh, if only people could
read these words, if only
I'd let them fly
I'm not as dumb as I sound, right?

[Chorus]

I watch the stars
Wishing, wishing
Watch as they twinkle over me
I lie here in the grass, waiting

Oh, if only I dared
To voice these thoughts aloud
But we all know, now
They'll just remain unsaid

[Chorus]

So here's to all the silly girls out there
The ones who dared to dream
Don't give up the flower you hold
One day you might see it bloom

© 2008 Stephanie Allen


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I really liked this poem It was lighthearted and not to over the top. You put a smile on my face hopefully I can do the same for you

Friday


Her Friday starts out the same as any other 6pm the clock strikes its time to go grab your check get your purse and hit the door, go home call your girls change your clothes you just got paid its Friday night every things alright so lets hit the clubs. Girl don't, be shy he's looking right so lets get on the floor, now gone head dip it low put your back into it but be careful don't break the boy.

Now that's my groove so lets show and prove lets show them what the dance floor is for lets Chi step to it lets bop right to it its time to separate the amateurs from the pros. Now if you're too old to move it or you don't know what your doing you best to sit down or go find the door.

Cause with this alcohol we be consuming and the way the Dj's spinning were bound to spark up the floor, so lets Chi step to it lets jump right to it drop him like he's hot and lets find the door cause its Friday night the nights still young and we've got other spots to go.


Posted 16 Years Ago



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Stephanie Allen
Stephanie Allen

Bellingham, WA



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