Summer hair blowing in the breeze
My heart gets tangled when she's running free
The reflection of fireworks displayed in her eyes
Bursts then burns out, still she remains untied
Satisfaction is a smoking gun
Still she belongs to no one...

Silhouette of a cheerleader as she greets an old friend
As if he's more welcome than I am
Yet I know it's my hand she holds
'Til she meets the true mate of her soul
How heavy she weighs on my poem
Still after the breeze she roams....