the lady from darwingate

sometimes when she looks at you
her eyes, they seem to narrow
she seems to see right through your soul
digs right into your marrow

pretends to be self-deprecating
acts like she's not tough
but that facade hides confidence
she's powerful enough

it's true, she isn't like the rest
she feels she can't belong
she longs for distant, foreign lands
she thinks this place is wrong

but don't be fooled by how she acts
she isn't made of stone
she'll always seek another's touch
she hates to be alone

(c) 2003 Jordan Baugher