I know a girl.
She's full of life, love, living like it's the only verb she's ever heard.
I consider myself to not know her very well, despite how good of friends we are, have been, whatever we are now, which is strange because she feels as if I know her better than she knows herself. Maybe I do, but my mind wants to think I don't to drive me closer to her soul.
She has the kind of face, the kind of pep in her step that makes the world feel still, even when it's shaking from all the evil polluting it these days.
She stands tall like a queen, while I exhale my poisons.
I can spill my truest thoughts, the painful ones, she, and only she can understand. She sees me as I am.
She is truly a goddess, with a warrior spirit.
Despite all these thoughts, I still feel scared to gaze on her frame. Every moment we have is thought over thousands of times, analyzing like my anxious mind tends to do. But yet when I'm with her, my mind is quiet. Sleepy, almost. God knows I need the rest.
She has a spirit that makes me want to say sorry to her. For everyone who never did. But I can't. I couldn't tell her any of this. So I'll just continue to gaze.
But I can still hear the choirs of Heaven behind her voice, and my soul tremors as she steps away.