Wind blown hair
May 21, 2015 at 10:34pm
Her hair was the color of coal
But at times it seemed to be
The darkest brown of ebony
Her beauty was from outer space
As if outer space was seen from Mars
She was always in love with the stars
And she was from another time
As one always dreaming
She was never to be finished
She was never to be brought to pass
While she was awake
She was always looking inwardly
As her eyes were always closed
Swamped in feelings to never deny
She could never act
She could never lie
She would drift with every sensation
There was never any middle ground to be found
Because she lived there in her mind
She would go with the joy of silence
There was nothing so deeply from her beauty
It was as if an absence of complete
Absorption was her characteristic of beauty
She would take his breath away
She had wonky wind hair
And she was from another time
When shadows once had echos
She would always fallow
How could she belong to another time
When Echos once belonged to Shadows?
Farwell to sweet tomorrows
She was never brought to pass
She had wonky wind hair
And she was from another time
As the wind would blow
The possessive form
Her beauty would linger on
She was from another era
She was from another time
To hide one's feelings
As one hidden of the clouds
Such terms of a beautiful endearment
Such a beauty of imperfection to be unknown
From an image that was never shown
A victim of stars
From a canvas of sentimental shadows
When colors escaped long ago
from another grey world
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 10:28 PM UTC
Wind blown hair
May 21, 2015 at 10:34pm
Her hair was the color of coal
But at times it seemed to be
The darkest brown of ebony
Her beauty was from outer space
As if outer space was seen from Mars
She was always in love with the stars
And she was from another time
As one always dreaming
She was never to be finished
She was never to be brought to pass
While she was awake
She was always looking inwardly
As her eyes were always closed
Swamped in feelings to never deny
She could never act
She could never lie
She would drift with every sensation
There was never any middle ground to be found
Because she lived there in her mind
She would go with the joy of silence
There was nothing so deeply from her beauty
It was as if an absence of complete
Absorption was her characteristic of beauty
She would take his breath away
She had wonky wind hair
And she was from another time
When shadows once had echos
She would always fallow
How could she belong to another time
When Echos once belonged to Shadows?
Farwell to sweet tomorrows
She was never brought to pass
She had wonky wind hair
And she was from another time
As the wind would blow
The possessive form
Her beauty would linger on
She was from another era
She was from another time
To hide one's feelings
As one hidden of the clouds
Such terms of a beautiful endearment
Such a beauty of imperfection to be unknown
From an image that was never shown
A victim of stars
From a canvas of sentimental shadows
When colors escaped long ago
from another grey world
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