an attempt at poetry

chapter 19: 'take me too, please'

Her gaze softens when she's mid-sentence,

And rubs her foot when the voices fade,

She seeks no harm or any type of vengeance,

And if she does, its well hidden behind a facade,

Her eyebrows furrow looking at the ceiling,

And she often falls behind, when we walk in a crowd,

I ask her, 'hey, how are you feeling, really?'

But she smiles and before a response is said aloud,

She looks like she just came down from a cloud,

Something takes her away for a second,

I don't know where, I just know she's not here,

And that when she comes back she looks freshened,

Like something went in her, and killed all that fear,

I want to ask her how she leaves,

And what she feels, and what she sees,

And then perhaps with a please,

Beg her to take me too, while on my knees.