she breaks an awkward silence
and tames the inner voice
she makes a mean linguine
and her legs are oh so skinny
she said she thinks she lost it
long before she realized she had it
her beauty waltzes across the room
the brides shield her from their grooms
she has a habit of nesting
in spaces too small to rest in
and opens door number three
i wonder if she's looking for me?
she won't admit that she's scared
doesn't dare to whisper her fears
for the trees are always a-listening
and the winds are always a-whistling
she finds it so hard to sleep
shadows in her dark thoughts creep
reminding her of her tumultuous life
now where did she put the butter knife?
she's tired of love and blah blah
rather listen to take me on, aha!
and get lost in the space between
the world we see and reality
wonders if she's that invisible
do her questions make you miserable?
she's got to be more on time
get her rhythm in tune with her rhyme
she finds herself staring at the mirror
her eyes' refraction makes her soul quiver
searching for answers only God knows
clearly, she forgot to cream her elbows
yet, she just stands there lost in a stare
gazing at the broken memory that brought her there
lost somewhere in that space in-between
a child and a woman's hopeless dream.
