I know a girl who,
with a paper chest and a flimsy shield,
who would climb a hundred mountain tops,
and slay a thousand dragons,
if it meant saving you from a single tower.
Copper hair that attracts all the lightning in a thunderstorm
the sky melts like an ice cream cone in july,
and that blue is the exact color of her eyes.
She is rain when its sunny and the beach when its snowing
she contradicts herself more often then not,
and she will never back down.
Her beliefs are her bones, the structure behind the person she is.
Big dipper freckles and smoke in her eyes
Always craving adventure and just a little bit more
fingers lengthy and arms shaped like paint strokes,
in the face of every person who has tried to push her around, she spits
and again and again
as malleable as the breeze
yet as strong as an army
and guns may be pressed to her head, and she may be told to surrender,
but all she does is smile
This girl, this girl, this girl
a blistered promise at legendary
a banged up head and feet bespattered with tears
forest fire thoughts that tear her up and burn her down
A displayed chest so open, so unbelievably free
rule breaker, heart stealer, ***** with a cause.
I know a girl who taught me, despite being faced with endless reasons to close up,
all you have to do is put a crack in the wall before it all comes tumbling down
and with rapture you can break every rule you set for yourself because life is more then
playing it safe
this girl taught me a thing or three on the beauty of feeling, and no matter how secure it is to be guarded
up and closed off, there is radiance in
just
letting
*go