My hands allowed this head to hang back,
and her arms were of an awakened soul.
Sun rays haloed her body,
and so it felt Ceremonial.

She looked to me, though still, leading the way.
she'd gone, changed the day and changed her time.
so, as we prepared to walk the line
we held each other and closed our eyes.

Obedience and defiance are so **** cliché
It reminds me of something all our teachers like to say

"Think OUTSIDE THE BOX"

What box??
Have I gone blind?
Did my originality get forgotten, all alone and left behind

NO

It's not a bad thing not to see
The 'box' is something used to control both you and me

In a city full of tall buildings and unspeakable views,
breathtaking unknowns and unfamiliar faces,
there are those sitting on window sills
chugging bottles of brew,
leaving cigarette traces

She spends her days in a haze,
sharing little laughs that make her ribs ache,
all in attempt to erase you
It's only then she sees,
an imprint on the
soul is the kind of
stain that can't be
scrubbed