Wish she would take a chance.
She used to be fearless.
Or was that a front?

I can see the way she looks at me.
Eyes always on my skin,
begging to see something
supple and untouched.
And I'll show her whatever she wants.
She no more need think it
and it's hers.
But in the end, it's always the same.
She only watches
my hands on my skin
and wishes for a second person
to do to her
what I do to myself.
And though she loves what I do,
it's not me she wants, in the end.


Anyone have any short goodies about a girl? Sweet or emotion-envoking stuff? Care to share? I'm just curious what's out there...


Oh, and, wrote that one about myself, if that changes the perspective any.

She has a power that lives
A power that feeds
A power that gives
It keeps her more than alive
It keeps her free
Fighting and strong

But then she claps her hands
And lady dances
Lady falls
My rage consumes my soul
She taught me fire
So I burn

The passion takes me in
Strength abounds
And I scream
So primal, unchecked, free
Angry fool:
LET HER GO!

She turns and looks at me
Pleading eyes
Full of fear
So close she was so close
Close to trust
Now she sighs

I call her name:
"Alive."
She just shakes
Quivers and stares
But firey dark blue eyes
Tell me "Don't go, don't give up!"

She falters, eyes are wide,
Stares at me,
Jaw falls slack
She cannot fight with me
I'm the mirror
of her fear.

She knows that LOVE will win
But she tries
Tries to sin
But her pain will change her spots
And she'll dance
Again to me.

She will dance
Again with me.

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