Baby Honey is a girl but a woman, too.
She is confused sometimes what to do.
She loves her daddy when he comes by.
Her mother comes; She has a sweet sigh.

She has a secret that only she knows.
It follows her around whether she goes.
She likes praise and craves attention.
Another time out and shes in detention.

She knows that she must learn something.
But all of her thinking comes to nothing.
She exists in some other creative reality.
One that alters her broken personality.

In her past something went terribly wrong.
When she sings pretty she brings us along.
Her guardian angels know her secret, too.
When she is alone sometimes she is blue.

In a vortex of this world and another
She floats until maybe she will discover
Which world she will choose to inhabit.
Alice has gone back to chasing rabbits.

nice

You resemble Bill Clinton.

good one

Thanks.

Hmmm.

Very nice...Finding comfort with the unknown is so hard to do sometimes.

Nice one man..

nice, love the last stanza