turn your back, playfully
and fumble
for your identity
in a lipstick-laden purse,
smiling butterflies upon
the ones who never care (to dare).
when Goldilocks hits the pavement
she will take the fall
in bright red stilettos,
fishnet stockings
and well-worn dignity.
would you dare
to care?
how true is this – we turn our heads on too many occasions – nicely penned lovely xx
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Thanks hun xxx 🙂
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I’m not sure if I should feel sorry for “Goldilocks” or say, “You go, girl!”
Thought-provoking as ever–
I’ve missed your words, dear.
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Thank you, JC – as I have missed yours… anf writing. 🙂
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