Description
That girlish grace...
Your mouth so proud,
with a taste of rebel
that baptizes kisses.
Your hair in the air,
enjoying in sighs
drawn with sunbeams.
Arms crossed containing your fire,
jealous of anyone
who dares to play with your ego.
What more do you need?
You have yourself!
Enough,
dangerous;
throwing ash at anyone
who shows their face,
to tell you submissive.
Your body drained not worthy of you,
dressed with elegance
so they can talk endlessly.
You are a simple promise
of tomorrow's honey,
and if you're not happy
you seem weary...
Weary as a bud that silently encloses
a wind of pride.
You are and you are not!
Girl and woman,
hurried and desirous,
to walk a path that only in a dream,
you can have.