one stick
one swipe
that represents my love
my adulthood
so where is my lipstick?
who's borrowing it tonight?
who's borrowing my courage coat tonight?
I need both to appear ready for anything
one stick
one swipe
that represents my love
my adulthood
so where is my lipstick?
who's borrowing it tonight?
who's borrowing my courage coat tonight?
I need both to appear ready for anything
take note of everything I say
my feelings are rooted in symbolism and poetry
my femininity washes over me
and a guilty realization sets in
I get to play both parts in my head
man and woman
what can only be described as an unhealthy need for chaos
chaos that fills an emotional void
to be devoid of feeling is to loose your humanity
your identity
your self, and sense of self.
I lost it once, too.
being seven is being quiet
and tongue tied
and lied to
being seven is running in circles
drawing in lines
speaking in riddles
being seven is rotating through personalities
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