Me, a simple girl.

Her woah, is impeccable.

Her smile is everlasting.

Her love is like no other lover.

She laughs with the sun and naps with the trees.

Watching, Always waiting for a sign to arise from the dust.

She's whole, she's never alone.

And you just had a taste, but never her heart.

Her heart is gold and burns at the faint of touch.

She laughs at your ignorance And cries for her soul.

Dreaming of a time, you could have known.

But one things she hates the most is time.

Labeling the past as though it gone,

Anticipating the future ,

in hopes to plan the unknown

And watching the present slip away from her boney fingers.

She wants quiet.

She closes her eyes and drifts away in the wind,

melting in the sun,

she goes deep into the ground,

And cools her tongue on the taste of freshly watered soil.

Muddy and bland, dirty and free.

Just like her.