23/11/08

"There's a chip on your shoulder, love"
he said, "Would you like me to mend it?"
"No," she said with the arrogance of youth,
she knew it too, she's beautiful, few
would take her on, "Baggage," they'd say.
She would to and fro her way around life, without a worry,
I mean, what would she have to worry?
Apart from loneliness, of course.


23/11/08