The first time I saw her, we were nothing but young ones,
Dreaming of the places between where the land met the sea.
The first time I saw her, my eyes nearly bulged out of my head,
And this was just when nothing was simply said.
And I cant recall, detail by detail what she wore,
But I do remember she smelt of green grass in the morning
She was the highlight of my day,
We'd talk of the moons shy ways
And gaze into each others eyes, passionately slithering words around each others necks.
But I always believed, that she, indeed was something I couldn't quite grasp,
Happy.
She spoke with a chipper tone.
And I remember seeing her frown, only one, while watching a documentary about social hypocrisy.
She'd go off and rant about how the world made no sense,
And all people cared for was that the economy was crashing.
With her wild driven eyes, she'd take me to her favorite places,
Sing of her extraordinary chases,
And dance, covered in dozens of different laces.
I knew what I craved for, when I'd see her,
But that was a secret my lips held tightly.
So now, years later.
We've grown.
We've adapted to those who've learned of our dark 'uknowns'.
I figured if I ever saw her again, she'd have aged.
That I 'd Forget.
But under the blazing heat,
With a soft humming tune grazing my red with nervous ears,
I saw her.
