You’ve never met a girl like me
Whose moods can change the tide
Whose silver waves kiss shores by day
And rage coal-black at night
A girl whose warmth and laughter glows
Like copper in the sun
But just behind her rosy lips
There lies a vicious tongue
It tells her lies about herself
A bitter, anxious tale
Across her face her smile fades
Her honeyed skin turns pale
But tides they turn and so does she
With patience and with grace
Like green leaves and the morning dew
Her worry dissipates
Just like hills of wildflowers
With marsh and mud below
A wild woman needs them both
If she’s to ever grow
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Lily Dunlop
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Maker of children's books, poems, and YA fiction
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