i don't know how i feel about this poem, but i'll post it anywaybut for the most part this poem pretty much describes me. She swears like a sailor, talks like a saint she'll smile sweetly at you, she'll make you want to faint. She'll laugh at your jokes and make you feel alright but if you piss her off she'll put up a good fight. Shes a quiet beast raging from with in, if you give her attitude she'll upper cut your chin. she'll sing with the radio when no one is around, the silence of the morning is her favorite sound. she walks alone at noon when she should be in bed, the fog on the water, is like the shadows in her head. she has alot of memories all of which she dealt; she'll never let it get to her all the pain and fear she felt. she laughs at scary movies watches them alone; she'd rather get a pint of icecream than eat it on a cone. nothing ever make sense in her version of this place; just let her do her own thing and give her thinking space. she's no super model but she aint no ugly duck; she'd rather have an el camino than drive a city truck. when all is said and done at the end of every day; she'll tell it how it is still, if you ask her what to say.
LOL! t'was damn cute (just like you). I like my sugar cone on the side, and never those nasty cake ones.
