oversized longsleeve and blue jean cut offs,
black coffee and a good book,
just let me be.
and let me breathe,
wavy blonde hair cascading
from a head held high,
this morning is earlier
than she thought it was,
fidgets and cup after cup,
she sits
waiting to just write what is on her mind,
its like thats her sweet little way of bearing her soul
knowing it will be read,
its just more simple this way,
to write it out
its this tinge of vulnerability that she cant escape
even if she tries,
and thats okay.
in a way its what she wants,
for you to know how she is,
but you have to read between the little lines...
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