I am a beatnik,
I am a taunt,
I am that girl you see at her local haunt.
I am an ideal,
I am a favour,
I am that girl you like to drink under the table.
I am a truant,
I am a flaw,
I am that girl who chews the end of her straw.
I am a forgotten,
I am a tomorrow,
I am that girl who won’t rest on her laurels.
And you, you my dear are a helter-skeltered catastrophe,
a world I wish to explore.
I would like to show you my skeletons,
only if you promise to show me yours.
© Thelma Von Salem @ https://thelmavonsalem.com
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