Silver Tongued Girl
An imperfect girl in a perfect world
With dark brown eyes and messy curls
A chameleon adapted to blending in
She feels like she will never win
In a world filled with carbon copies
She is unable to distinguish the sea of poppies
All the girls and boys simply fooling themselves
To be the unquestioned leader, the ringer of bells
She always stands out within the crowd
Never back down and never be bowed
Never will she regret who she is
A funky, unique independent little miss
She is the silver tongue an expert weaver of words
She will paint the blue sky and its jewel coloured birds
For any season or reason or month or day
She paints all the beauty in her own way
Where others all fail, she is able to see
The beauty and wonder of things that be
The fakeness of this world, ignored by she
Cannot tint her world in uncertainty
For she is the waver, bright and strong
She colours her words and creates the song
The heartbeat of the place, where the secrets dwell
As clear and pure as a mineral well
Copyright © Meagan Yet Foy | Year Posted 2011
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