Muse
Pet
Petrified
In a corner
Images are what memories are made of
Sounds add audio for your tears
Precious feelings of the horrible never forgotten
Sit here—listen, this is how I feel
Do you reckon I am now what I remembered I was
Then…
Then knees scrapped, wild hair, grass stains,
Sunday dresses, shiny shoes…
Let’s play dress up
You’re mine
Muse
Copyright © Tanika Cooks | Year Posted 2007
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