Soft and pink,
fodder for the foolish masses.
I bristle at
conformity,
at the notion of me being
that which you perceive
me to be
and nothing more.
Shall I wear glitter
in my hair,
and curtsey like a lady?
Perhaps then
you will look at me
and not through me
not past me,
not to a moment
long gone,
and not yet forgotten,
The moment I became not simply
a silhouette at your side,
but a voice as well.
Author notes
I used the prompt I hate ruffles and this was where it took me...
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Comments
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WONDERFULL!
Wonderfull.... I love the view... exactly what I wanted with this prompt!
***not to a moment
long gone,
and not yet forgotten,
This is a beautiful line... it pulls the piece together!
GOOD LUCK
~Alie~ -
Ah yes to delve multiple dimensions.
Nice take.
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