there is a girl inside this well-used body. i may look 60+ w/ sags & bags & wrinkles. my attempts at rejuvenation may fill me briefly with hope. my plans to spend time at a gym may seem briefly real. my slathering on of creams, cremes, serums, & lotions may be briefly optimistic.
but a quick pass by the mirror always tells the external truth.
yet...
a brief flirtation on twitter, a passing handsome face, a rebellious thought can send me deep inside to the girl who dances 'til the sweat drips into her eyes.
if only she could be seen by others
