A gift...
Timing of bliss
Frightening acceptance of her new found solo independence.
Lost without guidance
And looking for none.
Hope not lost but given away during the run.
Hope no longer sought.
She embraced the dark.
A light once blinding now trapped behind her heart.
Locked with a lost key.
Who knew it'd be brought to her the night she gave up searching?
Sitting complacent,
Without expectation,
Spilling her life in the color of the basement.
Lightning struck her time when a stranger made an entrance.
Suddenly eyes enlightened.
Senses tightened.
Shocked to find herself locked in his eyesight.
Mystique
Intrigued
Or Mr. Too Smooth mystery.
Words never spoken but not needed.
Instant click or chemistry.
Her escape upstairs
To handle her affairs
The way she knows, that most, its scares.
She apologizes for the site of her he may see.
He's close behind,
Reassuring her no need,
For he's about that good time.
Laughs
To chit chat.
Trying to be a lady while biting her lip to hold back.
She finally breaks.
And sends kissy face.
The first mention
Of her intentions
Without giving the obvious impression
Of her growing affection
Or intense infatuation
meeeeeh =)
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The Gift
PoetryThe moment we stop looking, is the moment things will come. When we stop needing, we will receive what we wanted. Reminder to appreciate and acknowledge those moments and the subtle gestures the universe blesses us with its magic.
