What's Real?
As she sat looking out the window,
Why was all she wanted to know.
No matter how hard she tried to please,
They always seem to show they're not at ease.
Running away, she thought she'd do;
But without him, what would she do?
Running away, she'd have opportunities;
Staying, she'd have harder responsibilities.
What should she do? Where should she go?
Going away meant leaving her beau.
Pondering hard and long,
Solutions, not to be wrong.
One who would know what can be done,
Who's dear to her heart, has already passed on
Can friends really help her?
How can they when they don't even know her?
Who is she? What's the real deal?
Who knows? She may not even be real.
Copyright © Patricia Morisset | Year Posted 2009
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