A girl with hair like the pitch black night.
And skin like the bleach white moon.
Steping from the shadows Into the light.
Her eyes lit with a firey baze.
Sparkiling like the sunshine
On the mornings dew haze.
Her eyes in this way holding my gaze.
Full lips pulled back in a perfect smile.
Laughing I'm sure at my astonished face.
This image burned into my mind.
Like the brand on cattle marked forever.
Engulfing me as my brain surrenders.
Jan 21, 2011
Jan 21, 2011 at 6:22 AM UTC
A girl with hair like the pitch black night.
And skin like the bleach white moon.
Steping from the shadows Into the light.
Her eyes lit with a firey baze.
Sparkiling like the sunshine
On the mornings dew haze.
Her eyes in this way holding my gaze.
Full lips pulled back in a perfect smile.
Laughing I'm sure at my astonished face.
This image burned into my mind.
Like the brand on cattle marked forever.
Engulfing me as my brain surrenders.
© BJM 2011