She strives for bridal gown perfection,
in her faded dungarees
So determined to be decisive,
to know the direction of each breeze
It comes so easy during daytime
Unblushed certainty alights.
But when the scars go blind by darkness
Comfort curses sacred nights....
Comfort curses sacred nights
Close the curtains on certainty
but leave a little light
for a little bit of certainty
carries hope into the night...
Cross eyed blue above the truth
Tangled troubles shoved aside
Sobriety glares glass awareness
Taking on vengeful pride.
Hesitation dreams for affirmation
Doubt tussles arrogance to her knees
Bridal gowns are not for wrestling
Best to wear faded dungarees...
Close the curtains on certainty
but leave a little light
for a little bit of certainty
carries hope into the night....
C'est la vie....
Je pense que le mot "certainty" est une femme fatale.... je ne sais quoi....
4 comments:
Knowing nothing is certain, yet retaining hope...what a virtue, beautifully written
Kay.....sure is.... one I don't have. :)
Hesitation dreams for affirmation
Doubt tussles arrogance to her knees
Bridal gowns are not for wrestling
Best to wear faded dungarees...
I love this Dana. I think this is one of my most favourite verses you've ever written.
Gypsy...thank you. :) I got say I really liked it when it popped out of my head! It made me laugh.
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