New Poetry Wednesday: Tattered Pages

Tattered Pages

Heat breaks as twilight dawns
Bringing that I could
Could be anything if I
Was noticed

Longing for a story
While twisting my proverbial curls
Shiny reddish brown
And ever so twisty around eyes
Blue awash with tears

Why am I unheard
Here, here in this place
Designed and designated solace
Anything but

Wander around, book in hand
Hoping, hoping someone will notice
Notice my forlorn state
With tattered pages slipping
And read with me

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