|Have you ever experienced something you couldn’t explain?
||[08 Sep 2005|08:27pm]
It began like indigestion, a little nagging discomfort through her happiness when he smiled. She saw the world in his eyes and her dreams in his lips. His empty words were silence to her ears and she would fill them with promises, moonlight and star shine, turning every feeble lie into something she could keep locked, pressed to her chest.
He was a limp impression of a boy and man, insecure, inadequate, pompous in every step and gesture, but to her he was walking on clouds, coming down from on high to grace her with a sweet sneer. She lapped up his ridicule like sweetest honey, feeling it drip down to drown her.
“How?” She had whispered in reverie, but he only raised an imperfect perfect eyebrow.
Hopelessly, it overtook her to the tips of her toes as she struggled to understand it.
But then, who can explain love?
|~from "The Girls that are Wanted" - J. H. Gray
||[09 Mar 2005|07:26am]
The girls that are wanted are good girls
Good from the heart to the lips
Pure as the lily is white and pure
From its heart to its sweet leaf tips
The girls that are wanted are girls with hearts
They are wanted for mothers and wives
Wanted to cradle in loving arms
The strongest and frailest of lives.
The clever, the witty, the brilliant girl
There are few who can understand
But, oh! For the wise, loving home girls
There's a constant, steady demand.