Beautiful little tired-eyed woman
Those who try to stay strong in the sea of life
When left in a brain space full of many things
Outwardly cute she wields a shield with full strength
Bitter sinks so deep into her body
Silent if empty noisy if crowded
Dark, gray, foggy, endlessly surround and string her
The low cry in her heart is so loud but not heard
Concerned that I barely glanced at her, saw her, did I ever try to understand her?
Herself and myself
I almost never try to always be with her. I never felt that I was playing with her, listening to her stories and voices.