As she looks down at crimson toes,
She hides secrets no one knows.
Inside those blue-grey eyes,
Can you see deep down inside?
What is it that she truly feels?
Do you think it is real?
If she could find a way to share,
Would someone even care?
Soft hands that hold her just right,
She yearns for them late at night.
Once touched by a sweet kiss,
She wonders could it always be like this.
The sheets all clean and ready for bed,
She still can’t get stuff out of her head.
Wishing for a drink with lime,
She has much more to do and no more time.
Tired and sleepy she says good night,
Hoping the morning will bring new light.
Snuggled up with her favorite hound,
Her rest will finally be found.
~Sunshine 11/17/09
