She wore pride like a shadow,
A ghost it haunted her.
Carefree, an embodiment of
lustrous wonder held in the gaze
of all she passed by.
Captured, I was.
I admired her style, how the
Waves of self-assurance floated
around her, off of her.
I was jealous, of course.
Of such radiance and pure
elegance one could not
possess.
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Poetrylove poems to strangers i'll never meet; an ode to heartbreak and the bleak divine-ness of it all. All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2020 by Kate H.
