I met a woman, a woman you know..
Her words are ringing, ringing now..
Deep within even she doesn't know..
Her true self sheathed, she runs the show..
The world, the UN or the school..
Juss plays a dreamer or the fool?
She wants it,she knows it, she shows it..
She acts,she enacts, she cares, she dares ..
Wiser by the years,she takes a call..
She is a flier, hasn't seen a fall..
Everyone has a different take..
What she thinks real might be fake..
Her brutality of intent, her desire of impact
High sounding words, and echoes do last..
Her innocent dreams, a spell it casts,
Down memory lanes, the dejavu lasts..
Numbed and provoked,i show my cards..
Play the dumb and retracts my steps,
Present to past and back again..
She made her point, i stop the game.
I met a woman, a woman you know..
Her words are ringing, ringing now..
Deep within even she doesn't know..
Her true self sheathed, she runs the show..
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
A woman..
Written by: paps at 1:06 PM
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