Her navy blue dress seemed to consume her
She'd done this for some time now.
Her face marred like bone,as if the claws of the cities children that had dug and dug at her soul had done nothing but strengthen her,like names of lovers.Old and new,carved into a great oak.sure she was was imperfect but her imperfections astounded me as she bore them for all to see.
She was beautiful
Her eyes BURNED with will.they would never tear her down,regardless of how they teased and fought.set in her permanently curious gaze,they were like diamonds in bloodied hands.they pierced my soul every time she walked in.
In her gaze I saw naught but myself,a face that weathered storms,lips that spoke in motherly tones.
She was a woman yet.
As much as she told herself that in the mornings.She was not solely the progenitor of knowledge,she was a woman.
How could they not see it.
Every time....they'd never see it.
If I could whisper her sweet nothings and hold Her near for eons I would...
Alas,that would never come to be.
For little but a student,
She saw in me
~TP