let's be real...

 
some days...
it’s just not worth the hassle
no smoky eye...no painted lips
nothing to cover up the natural
no patience for fuss & high heels
this is a different kinda special occasion
it’s basic t-shirt & old jeans
casually hugging curve of hips
rocking that messy tail like a wild thing

because let’s be honest...
I don’t dress for you
...it's all about how I feel
and this is who I am...

that crooked secret smile
tucked between well-worn pages
eyes peeping over the cover
little bookworm getting her fix
satiated & craving the written word
could be mine...
...could be yours

you can find me lost in a crowd
unaware if I'm standing out
just doing my own thing
a little like a zephyr...
I simply have to move
going wherever my feet take me

witness the wiggle in my hips
when the perfect beat is hit
head to toe feeling it
or a sway in the sashay
when the mood comes on a little feisty
...flashing eyes calling your bluff

and gaze on the ground
...trying to fade out
when warmth in the sunshine
can’t dig deep enough to reach me
as I'm drifting...
through the chill of colder moments
and I can't take the weight
...of meeting eye to eye

the scent on a breeze
familiar...but unidentifiable
...that's me
the wisp of regret...
...haunted with the flavor of longing
the one who got away
because you waited a little too late
and now...
...you've just gotta live with it

I’m soothing...but I’m chaos
contradiction undeniable
and it’s just one of those days
when the only thing to say is
relax girl...chin up
...you got this