By Nikki (precious_lana@hotmail.com)
Date: 15 July 2000

Second Chances

Look into my eyes
and tell me what you see.
The mirror tells a different
story, as does the heart.
Beauty, class, perfection,
never to be attained.
What you see before
you is just a down home
girl, comfortable in the garden,
barefoot in the woods,
a jeans and flannel kind of chick.
You say I’m unapproachable,
years of heartache have made me so.
Give me a chance to break free
of the chains which are even
now loosening.
You call me intimidating;
well it must be the brains.
Standoffish and cold?
Bring me papier-mache flowers
and watch them melt from my tears.
First impressions can be a bitch,
so give me a second chance?

NL 07/14/00