Alpha radiating across celestial sphere
Exhaling from yesterday’s limitations
Cockcrow’s titian view, illuminated
Divided by who she is and must be,
Complicated beauty, spinning.
Broken trust, yet willing to thrive,
Found from somewhere deep inside.
Torn between suffocating her color,
And accepting that which brings her life.
A painted essence you can see,
One she’ll deny continously.
You’ll want to rescue her, catch her,
Have the hand she leans towards first.
Know she’s twirling effortlessly,
Used to living sublimely,
Dedicated to using what’s hers,
Independence, her curse.
Casting down poetic eyes,
while fostering emotions differently,
an accepting Poetess waits.
To protect herself,
she delicately wraps,
her fated heart,
destined to react,
Securing each subliminal verse,
as her own dreaded curse,
she stands alone.
Tears falling, gently,
escaping from her grasp,
lost inside moments,
she knows will pass.
Because of you
Folds ripple adoringly
Before anyone else
Ready for the taking
Keep her in your vase
Smell her fragrance
Let it linger in your face
Find comfort in full beauty
Let her heal your worries
Allow her to celebrate your joy
Give her your attention
She’s here for you