Her Type

I hated feeling like I had to change. 

That I had to censor and alter 

My thoughts and opinions that kept swiriling.

The things I wanted and wished for 

Dreaming big and bigger ideas. 

It whispered about a type.

I was intrigued because of the conversation

As it was so transparent it was like

Hearing voices so causal in conversing

That it struck by on repeat 

In wanting to know the answers. 

Questions lingered in connection 

To words said with such a heavy heartfelt sigh

Like he knew her at all through a picture. 

Published by Ms. Selective

Traveling Gypse with a Heartfelt Spirit.

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