She’s The Boss

Sound of colors only known to some
Or watching heat waves from the sun
Feeling the whispers from her pink lips
She let me go as she grabbed her hips

With her cold stare down she won he blinked
She told him once more she turned and winked
Her Dad died and she overcame loss
Watching the changes done proved she’s boss

© 2015 Michael Yost 07/14

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