Her gentle blond hair flows down her back & shoulder's like a river flowing against a pale shade of skin. Blue eyes seem to stretch on timelessly, her cheeks like red sun flower's. Perfect soft lips the color of the desert sky in the morning; dimples lightly indenting the delicate skin. She Dances like a feather falling through the New Mexico breeze, she stalks like a bird of prey. The voice of an angel echo's through her lungs as she gently plays an old acoustic guitar, tears dance down her red hot cheeks. Citrus tickles the noises of whom she is present of; toes curl when she is in sight. She is my dream girl, a true sight to see when her legs come walking in. Faded blue jeans & Ray bands the color of midnight. Leather head bands,an eagle feather draping down her face. She moves like a lava lamp up & down the streets; she ran away from home & all she has is her name and her suite case full of clothes. The devil hour deals she makes to stay in the motels, where the bed creaks & Allie dogs cry. When she walks the main street drunk, old men ask her if she wants a ride. She simply deny's & gives him a quick eye. She is my dream girl; a real sight to see.
