Talking to my Tummy
Butterflies escaped my belly button
Maybe it was that I was too cold to feel nervous
A race horse inside her looped track
For being cool and real comes easier than-
Smiling and faking my personality
Like so many have told me to be.
If everyday was an interaction with the same-
Artists or like minded,
My life would be a giant inspiration.
People like me,
Offer and open invitation and=
They open their mind and heart to me,
From the moment a conversation hits start
While i wish,
I could hit replay and pause.
xx Erin N. Buckley xx