A Girl Next Door

I am a half-baked Dream

Or a shapeless river stream

I am a spicy chilly gossip

Or a silent assumed lip

I am a morning, Misty foggy

Or an evening, tired and soggy

I am a thoughtful clever brain

Or a heartbreaking pain

I am a whirling Hightide

Or a kind and calm guide

I am slow moving turtle

Or a to and fro shuttle

I am a cozy warm home

Or a secure, mother womb

I am mystique drama queen

Or a naughty playful teen

I am a dry and cold ice

or that over cooked rice

I am star studded night

Or a cruel witchy fight

I am a naïve and innocent child

Or an imagination gone wild

I am an epitome of patience

Or a plain renaissance

I am a spark a flame afire

Or a soul reaching Higher

I am wound dark and deep

Or a lullaby for you to sleep

I am a smiling shy memory

Or a mysterious old diary

I am a bucket full of tears

Or a heart outgrown her fears

I am gentle soothing touch

Or a never ending grudge

I am a heartiest celebration

Or an oasis in isolation

I am happiness at my best

Or a peaceful lonely rest

I am a wine and dine with friends

Or a rebel, setting trends

I am half heard, half unsaid

Or a book yet to be read

I am all this and much more…

I am every girl next door