Not Another Word

She got all dressed
Lined her lips in red
Glanced at her reflection
Hoped she looked good enough
She didn’t say another word
She left the house early
So many things to do
Worked hard to make a living
Good thing it was what  she loved
Came home late
There was more to do
She didn’t say another word
She climbed between the sheets
Shut her eyes
Held on tight to hope
That sleep would ease all her aches and pains
She didn’t say another word
Every chance she could get
She could be found
writing her heart out
Baring her soul
Giving glimpses to anyone
Who took the time to look
But she never said another word
She bought the things
She wanted
Found everything she needed
All by herself
Somehow
that’s just how it was
So she didn’t say another word

Jeanna’ Mead
7 13 p.m.  3.13.17

Feel with both hands, Jeanna’

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