Her Poem by London Turner

When I sleep at night I dream of seeing your face.
When I wake in the morning I’m hoping that you would stay another day.
Just to find that sweet smelling fairytale you’ve been looking for,
Until you realize I might be worth much more than…
Those girls with pretty curls, who wear mini skirts and skin tight shirts, high heels and Prada bags,
They make what I wear look like rags.
And I might not be a beauty queen, in magazines, with limousines.
But I’m asking you to look at me and maybe you will see,
That, that sweet smelling fairytale just might be me.
(2-4-09)