mayawrites

Cindy Lou ceases to exist, rids of a reality.

Absorbed in her story, composed for mental health,

A sphere of naivety and impracticality,

Securing well-being and emotional wealth.

Annelise, her concise yet sweet novella,

A woman safely guarded under her umbrella.

Cindy Lou can’t seem to comprehend,

She neglected the characters, soaked and unpenned.

She is graceful and suave, perfect and unflawed,

Skipping across fields of daisies, admired and awed.

Cindy Lou doesn’t appear to grasp,

It’s icy and Anne’s old coat won’t clasp.

An esteemed scholar, a toffee to a child,

Outspoken, a fierce rival to meek and mild.

Cindy Lou just can’t come to terms with the fact,

It’s her beauty concealing her inability to subtract.

Cindy Lou laughs like her, simply adopting a new attire,

New talents or lack of, new mannerisms acquire,

No matter what others say, nothing will deter,

It’s not Cindy Lou anymore, now Annelise she will prefer.