most people–
ordinary people–
will never know,
in the true sense of knowing,
will never understand
a girl like you.

don’t fret over it,
don’t let it embitter you–
take it in stride,
embrace it as
a gift from above.

drink your nights,
smoke your days,
be comfortable
in your skin.

stretch to the sky
like flowers
on a windowsill.

they’ll say things
when you’re not around
but to your eyes
they’ll love you,
try to absorb some of you
to feel better about themselves.

this is just the way
of ordinary people,
but don’t let it become
your way.

drink your nights,
smoke your days,
but don’t fall too in love.

be sure and come back down
to earth
every now and again.

-S.C. Martinez

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One response to “like flowers on a windowsill”

  1. Liz VanHuss Avatar

    I bet many if not most of will never be known, in the true sense of knowing, by anyone. Not just girls, I mean any of us.

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