So Pleasantly Real

So Pleasantly Real

She was so perfectly simplistic… I could sense her sadness

I can see a flood of tears hiding in her eyes

By the clues of her movement and posture and voice

Her sad eyes told me that she had no choice

I only knew her from work… Just a smile-less girl

She was painted gray in her colorless world

With no need for eye contact and Small talk

As we passed in the hall or the parking lot

To me she was so pleasantly uncomplicated

And I was more than infatuated

By her make up less face… And her hair long and straight

I wanted to hold her tight in the night

And show her everything would be all right

 At first glance she stood out in a room full of arrogance

With her wardrobe she had probably sown

Selected by the controlling jealous man at home

 That told her she was fat and ugly

As she longed for love and flattery

One day he got caught after work in the parking lot

I saw him pull her hair and slapped her face

I blindsided him with a sucker punch from hell

I told him I was her Guardian Angel

And that hitting her was a death row sin

And next time I would crucify him

The next day she smiled for the whole world see

 And her walk and posture was even more beautiful to me

Crazy Father’s Daughter-
Texas Style Songwriter And Storyteller Poetry.
© Paul H. Keeler… A Cosmic Cowboy