I like this half of who I can be
A dark army jacket and shoes with patched toes
Music flowing through cords hidden under her coat
To a tiny red iPod, a gift from the past
And a reminder that things that you love may not last
Speaking what she cannot in rhythms she feels
Black hood pulled down tight over a face she conceals
Under an equally black beanie to combat the cold
Open-kneed jeans no department store sold
Rips coming from time and a few nasty hard falls
And life as it tore down and built up new walls
But there's no defiance when you meet her eyes
Laughter has balanced all the tears that she's cried
A quick quirky chin-up is her take on the day
As the tattoo beat from her patched shoes fades away
