She walks in the shadows of her life.
Some would say she has a stone cold heart,
A wall that surrounds it ,
So they can't get in.
If they only know of the experiences she has had.
The first experience presents itself.,
How young she was and how she had to live.
The next one came and she ask herself why.
It was worse than the first,
Except she wasn't called a whore.
Then the one of you,
Stopped her dead in her tracks.
She realized now why she doesn't look back.
The day you left her,
She shut down.
She took a vowel to close herself off.
Despite all that she has endured.
She walks with grace,
She walks with style.
In the stillness when she is by herself.
She lets you sneak in,
She savors you again.
She remembers your walk and the way you talked.
She remembers your scent and your essences light.
They way you touched her deep inside,
They way you made her how she is now.
Dee Parenti
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