Stages of Love

As a young girl, my idea of love

As expected, was innocent.

I didn’t know how to feel

Didn’t know how to deal

With this massive thing called…

Love

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It toyed with my emotions

As if I were a yoyo

I couldn’t tell if what I felt

Was that real love that Miss Mary J sings about

Or something as made up as the

Jolly Dude that comes to town once a year

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My twenties were sprinkled with glimpse of Heaven

And Staring matches with Hell…I won..

Not wanting to be beaten I did what I must do

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The next stage was to work…. On me

We women always speak on wanting a King.

But a King…wants a Queen…

So I did what I had to do to make sure

I was as Royal as I could be.

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Now, don’t get me wrong,

I don’t wanna be right for evvvverybody

Community Punany is NOT a badge in Girl Scouts

And it shouldn’t be what a Queen aspires to.

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My goal was to be the apple of One man’s eye

The sugar to his koolaid

The grand slam to his world series

The touch down to his superbowl

The madden to his PS3

That around the rim, one second to go in

SWISH!!!

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Perfection is not what I strive for

No matter what the horoscope says a Virgo should do

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But, here I are

Miss Lainey Starr

Twinkling like a constellation

Here I stand

Until I walk in sand

Hand in hand

With

Love…

©Lainey Starr 2010