The Lady of the Lambs, a Shepherdess of Sheep

Her flocks are thoughts. She keeps them white...
She holds her little thoughts in sight,
Though gay they run and leap.
She is so circumspect and right;
She has her soul to keep.
-- Alice Meynell

Friday

When you're not around

and when you're not lookin..

I pour a little something on the rocks,
I slide down the hallway in my socks,
When I undress I leave a path,
and sink to my nose in a bubble bath.
I break things when I get mad,
I eat a box of chocolates because I'm feeling bad,
I paint my toes because I bite my nails,
and I call up momma when all else fails.
When the door is locked and the shades are down,
I listen to my music quietly.
and when it feels just right I'm thinking of you.

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