Soft-voiced creature
With eyes as pale as molten caramel
Or misty blue skies,
When will you be mine?
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Stood alone at the dance floor’s edge.
Exposed skin glinting wicked silver,
jewellery worn like protective armour,
bare feet firmly planted on checked tiles,
donning a defensive stance.
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Above, the winds blew sorrowful
Tears from the weeping sky,
Which wet the hair of that woeful
Girl who sunk her head to hide
Beneath the shelter of her brow,
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It’s as simple as this: her hair looked soft on her cheek
And it took my breath away, my heart
In a thousand pieces- I never decided this,
Longed to ignore it, to not imagine
What could be, don’t you think I tried
To lock it all inside of me?
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