The Grey Girl On the Sidewalk
You are constantly mimicking and following me around
Imprinting my silhouette on the sidewalk
I know you well, though you don't make a sound
You're taller than me, but you don't weight a pound
At the end of the day, when the sun is no longer shining on the ground
The nighttime creeps in, teasing you with its sweet talk
And you always fall for it, and into the darkness you are drowned
Until the next sunny morning on which we will walk.
Copyright © Shae Cooksey | Year Posted 2017
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