By the window she wavers,
elegance and grace
unfolding from the movements of her gloved hands.
Animated red lips
move with skill
as she tells a tale
that would make sailors blush.
Eye's flashing and dashing
like the lighthouse
in the middle of a storm.
A whirlwind of blonde hair
who had fought with the wind
sits awry on her head.
I watch as her story unravels,
and the air around her buzzes
with her electric voice.
I make the mistake
of escaping with her wallet,
and am left to wonder,
how her story ends.
Mar 21, 2023
Mar 21, 2023 at 12:21 PM UTC
By the window she wavers,
elegance and grace
unfolding from the movements of her gloved hands.
Animated red lips
move with skill
as she tells a tale
that would make sailors blush.
Eye's flashing and dashing
like the lighthouse
in the middle of a storm.
A whirlwind of blonde hair
who had fought with the wind
sits awry on her head.
I watch as her story unravels,
and the air around her buzzes
with her electric voice.
I make the mistake
of escaping with her wallet,
and am left to wonder,
how her story ends.
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