I found this short and sweet poem buried in one of my notebooks. I'm guessing I wrote it when I was 17 or 18 based on the notebook it was in.
I'm just a doe
a doe
In steel-toed
steel-toed boots
So sweet.
Here's to princesses in warrior boots. Here's to wild women in love with calm men. Here's to blazing fire that always comes back to the tepid shore for peace.
I find that my energy has always gravitated towards men who sit like a placid ocean in the corners of rooms, often the shy guy pouring over a book, silently trying to be invisible. Usually (not always) this guy blushes bright red when I come blazing over like an anxious puppy dog into his lap, dancing my wild dance, exerting the extroversion he'd never dare. We balance each other. The wild men shoot towards me with equal levels of explosive energy, but my only home, my dearest love, is the calm waters where my temptuous storms can find a bay from the harsh winds of my soul.
Why is that? Oh, come on. Cause I'm just a doe...a doe...in steel-toed....steel-toed boots :)
Yaşamak değil,
Beni bu telaş öldürecek.
Beni bu telaş öldürecek.
(Not life, but this flurry will kill me)
this reminds me of the day i met you.
ReplyDeleteHurray for dresses and army boots! We will always be 90's girls!
ReplyDeleteI think I know who this AC is. Yes, I remember you were in the room with your notebook scribbling something poetic, everyone was talkative, you were silent, and I gravitated. Yup.
ReplyDeleteHell yes Emel. When it's time to kick someone's ass, I'm prepared. But then again....I'm just a doe :P
But AC, you did look at me a bit like you thought I may be purely crazy. The verdict was still out on that one when I left. Probably still is.
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