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[tuesday_violets]

i guess it's not for me
i guess it never was
the beautiful life with beautiful people
i am never surrounded by friends
people are not jealous of me
but always the other way around.

i will not have the memories stockpiled up
for my children to get tired of hearing
"college days"
the trouble i got in
the laughs we had
the life i lived and lived and lived

instead
mine is quietly beautiful
lonely and soft
and full of colors
nothing is black and white 
happy or sad
one thing or the other 
but it is my own kind of beautiful

i wake up with poetry precipitated on my lips
music notes under my fingertips
no one will know this
but i see things that no one else will
i live things that other people only read about
or watch in some artsy sundance film
and then talk about over dinner parties
as they compare handbags and husbands
i guess that it's not their life
i guess it never was

god i'm glad it's mine
(please don't forget this)