I'm Still Dreaming

Perfectly Wild

I walked through life
On perfect paths, 
Perfect flowers, 
And perfect laughs. 
Perfect people,
Perfect places, 
Perfect roses, 
And perfect faces. 

But alas, 
Nothing perfect lasts. 

The world sometimes feels as though it is ending, 
And I have given up hopes of a perfect ending. 

Until I saw her waiting there, 
Never had I seen a maiden so fair. 

In a dress of white
She radiated light. 

But her eyes betrayed her,
darkness shining through. 

She's not what they said she would be, 
She's not perfect, but wild and free. 

Barefoot in the shadows, 
A sword upon her back. 

She wore no silken gown, 
And wildflowers were her crown. 

Dirt smudged cheeks
I long to know what she seeks. 

She sat in a tree, legs dangling free. 

Mussed up braids in sunlight shades. 

She watched me with her starlit eyes, 
And I could not imagine that she had ever cried. 

She was an angel sent from above, 
And I was without a doubt in love. 

Her wildness drew me in 
As she whispered to me, 
"Being alive is no sin" 

Then off she went running into the woods, 
Like a fairytale from my childhood. 

And I followed her, 
And I followed her, 
I follow her,
I'll keep following her, 
I'll always follow her.