Who is this girl?
Little girl with the brown eyes and the
Shameless smile.
The eyes that say
Come closer.
The soul that combines
Naïveté with wiseness
Only matched by the words that
Come out of those candy-colored lips.
As she whispers to me
On the ratty couch
Lit by moonlight
These sweet words
And I'm left to watch her dancing
Like the fool that I feel to be.
She's too young for her life
But they said that about me.
Her nerve is like a breath of fresh air,
No one tells anyone anything now
And blunt is a virtue.
At least, it is on her.
The way she sings her name,
Two syllables, each brighter than the next;
Mimi.
