Friday, March 19, 2010


She bobs
Like an ice cube
In her tequila elixir
Unsure whether to sink
To the bottom and give up
Or keep floating and hold
On for hope and a lifeline
Most days she would prefer
To just melt away
The most noticeable of the bunch
Yet she has become invisible
To those that surround her
They don’t take the time
Or give her a chance
They look right past her
Waiting for what they deem
Something better
To come along.

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