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Grace E Jun 2020
She was sophisticated,
Girlish, wide eyed and curious
Peculiarly innocent, but wise beyond her years
She had a rambunctious side
It wasn’t beyond her to climb up a tree
Or run through a sprinkler on her daily walk
She was just herself
And that’s the only person she wanted to be
Grace E Jun 2020
Some people want to be the leader
For the recognition
But not the responsibility
Grace E Jun 2020
My guitar has a big ol’ black hole in its chest
I think that why we get each other
Looks at guitar. Observes hole in center “me too bud. Me too”
Grace E Jun 2020
Slowly he steps towards her
Eyes locked across a crowded room
Lingering stares as he walks away from her
Knowing in his heart he wants to stay close by to her
It is a slow tethering of souls
A simmer under the surface
A fire in their eyes for each other
They’d be risking it all for one another
They’d be choosing a whole new life by agreeing to love each other
He hides his wedding band
She smiles from a distance
He asks her friends about her
But never approaches her directly
He’s gauging the possibility before he dives in
She’s daydreaming about him
He’s texting mutual friends “what does she like?”
He savors her name on his lips
Tasting what it would be like to whisper it in her ears
She imagines being folded into his arms
Completely safe in his strength
Their thoughts are intertwined with each other
Their hearts are pulled to the other
They know it’s a dangerous thing they’re playing with
Yet they each pursue it
With gentle eyes and cautious steps towards each other
They can sense it
They are almost ready to dance
Grace E Jun 2020
He was more than a man to me,
He was my heart walking around in a button up shirt.
Grace E Jun 2020
Her outward details may be beautiful,
Forged with delicate craftsmanship,
O, but she is a sharp weapon.
She is a sword sheathed in a golden scabbard.
Her hilt dipped in bronze.
She may look a damsel,
But she is all dragon.
She may seem a docile sea,
But she is volcanic beneath her glittering waves.
There’s tectonic power underneath her calm soil
Grace E Jun 2020
Deep thinkers often tend to have dark inclinations
Shallow water is always bright
The deeper it goes the darker it gets
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