Reflection
Brewing over a cup of coffee,
One creamer, six sugars,
She covers up the bitterness.
Placed beside her is a stack of
Ancient literature, great theology,
Carefully staged on a mahogany table,
Pages all dog-eared halfway through.
She appears an intellectual,
Hiding hazel-green eyes behind the
Thick rimmed glasses she despises.
She's a quiet little leader,
Just empathetic enough to coil herself
Inside your brain
And make a stay of it --
For some time,
But in no time
She'll move on,
Bored with your familiar flesh,
Bored with your borrowed ideas,
Bored because you let her have you.
She's the kind of girl who needs a challenge.
Those boys, they idolize her,
Her long legs and silky hair.
They have a compliment for
Every day of the year,
And she believes them,
Though she feigns uncertainty.
Deep down she wonders why
She's only good at the things that don't matter,
She's only good at the things she hates.
One creamer, six sugars,
She covers up the bitterness.
Placed beside her is a stack of
Ancient literature, great theology,
Carefully staged on a mahogany table,
Pages all dog-eared halfway through.
She appears an intellectual,
Hiding hazel-green eyes behind the
Thick rimmed glasses she despises.
She's a quiet little leader,
Just empathetic enough to coil herself
Inside your brain
And make a stay of it --
For some time,
But in no time
She'll move on,
Bored with your familiar flesh,
Bored with your borrowed ideas,
Bored because you let her have you.
She's the kind of girl who needs a challenge.
Those boys, they idolize her,
Her long legs and silky hair.
They have a compliment for
Every day of the year,
And she believes them,
Though she feigns uncertainty.
Deep down she wonders why
She's only good at the things that don't matter,
She's only good at the things she hates.