She paces, undiscovered
With laces hidden in her eyes
behind her teeth, bite and will reside

Youth, an illusion
Witnessed by the best of us
Shunned and hunted by the rest of us

She paces, blue and simple
In a world of one dimension
She is beautful, did I mention?

Past, she whispers
There I see a world of higher emotions
Seeped in salt and spraying motions

She paces, slowly
Collecting the butterflies
Memories angled uselessly to the blue sky

Kisses, soft and hard
Aches replacing the feeling of action
Masking a perfect and deliberate passion

She paces, hunting
Once more alive and in waiting
Mythical amounts of yearning and sating

Arrogance, an obvious trait
Hidden between lines and meanings
A misplaced sense of importance she's gleaning

She paces, you shall see
She wishes, hopes, dreams of a second chance
Now spinning in an awkward, advancing dance

03/13/2012

Author's Note: I don't normally rhyme, forgive me if this feels forced.

Posted on 03/14/2012
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