Coffee At the Brassiere
Sitting having coffee at the classy Brassiere
Everyone is laughing, and they’re speaking niceties
Isn’t it lovely just to sit and chitter chat
Instead of being me in my lonely habitat
Not to be heavy weather, just to be light and gay
Able to flirt with strangers able to chat away
The woman across from me is glorious to see
She chats with everyone, she is so beautiful and free
I bet her life is happy, without much care or strife
She knows what she is after, able to grab at life
Soft spoken and graceful, yet with hunger lush and ripe
Observing her I sit alone, the studious silent type
She smiles softly, and her smile it lights the room
The men are entranced, she attracts like exotic perfume
Oh I wish I could be like her one never alone
I somehow feel out of touch, I’m always on my own
Such happy smiling faces, a young man just glanced at me
I wonder if he’s lonely, he looked but cannot see
The person that is hiding, the secret inner me
Such a lot of giggly laughter, clever chic repartee
The young man seems disconcerted, maybe he’s very shy
Now the woman’s flirting with yet another passer bye
Maybe her head is empty, maybe there’s nothing there
She needs the admiration she needs the men who stare
So maybe I should be thankful for all that’s inside me
She can only see herself, but dear world I see thee.
Copyright © Lizzie Treetop | Year Posted 2011
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