Dying Dreams
she looks into the mirror
and sees nothing but oceans
of folds and bumps
dough yet to be formed into
a scrumptious dessert she keeps
telling herself
the clock runs away as she
pumps iron in endless repetition
pounding away with hopes of
an irresistible beauty bounding
forth from her personage
weeks pass by as she
strains and struggles and
strives to be the girl that will
catch his eye- put her in his dreams
but nothing
no result
she just keeps going
keeps striving and struggling
while her passions die
in their place on the shelf
she looks into the mirror
and sees nothing but oceans
of folds and bumps
dough yet to be formed into
a scrumptious dessert she keeps
telling herself
the clock runs away as she
pumps iron in endless repetition
pounding away with hopes of
an irresistible beauty bounding
forth from her personage
weeks pass by as she
strains and struggles and
strives to be the girl that will
catch his eye- put her in his dreams
but nothing
no result
she just keeps going
keeps striving and struggling
while her passions die
in their place on the shelf
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