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Beauty is a shield that shuts out the spinning world.
A beautiful girl is nothing but a ghost.
We are enthralled by the tender curves of her waist,
The illuminating shine of her azure eyes,
The porcelain glow of her touchable, soft skin.
We see the grace in the stride of her walk,
The brightness in her sweet chime of a laugh,
The splendid flow of her silken auburn hair.
She is nothing but a beautiful fantasy.
We observe all the radiance and desire about her,
But we cannot bring ourselves to speak of it.
No we have not the courage to tell her,
Just how her beauty makes our insides breathe life.
So we recede into ourselves when she steps into our presence,
Because she has us stammering and grasping for words.
So this gorgeous and striking ghost drifts by without words.
And because we speak not our truths to her
She leads a sad existence.
Being placed so high upon a pedestal,
With no suitor brave enough to climb to the top
And rescue her.
Floating back over the state boundary line
Back to a place I left not so long ago.
I leave my new existence in the dust
Back to my past for an epic show.

My heart shudders with the anticipation
Of the lost connections that I will rekindle.
My tired mind is spinning so quickly
Like woven thread onto a spindle.

I fear that I have become too much
For the place I am throwing myself into.
I gave up my life and started over
When I left I was certain I was through.

I am flooded with hastened memories
Of the shaking subway lines.
I am caught in the remembrance
Of forgotten good times.

Pictures of familiar faces
Flash behind my eyelids like a movie reel.
Faces that I have not seen in too long
Faces that have since seemed unreal.

They still see me as the sad girl
With her broken heart in a sling
But I left that sullen person behind
When I left behind everything.

They try and quiet their rejection
Of my escape of this place.
But their silent words speak so loud
In opposition to my case.

But even with the combination
Of fear and forthcoming excitement
This reunion is sure to be sweet and sad
Just as it was when I went.

— The End —