Sunday, February 20, 2011
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Chipper
Is what came to mind
As I pondered what she was
Chipper
Like something broken, a fragment
Something fragile, like glass
But not broken at all
Maybe it's just the way she speaks
Like her words are glass
Smooth, beautiful, and sharp
Not that they are intended to cut
But more like they are perfectly assembled
No hiding or smoothing out the edges
No lying or warps in the reflection
Glass, smooth, clear, whole, perfect
Chipper
Thursday, February 3, 2011
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