god created a girl,
a girl who could sit
listening to nothing
more than rain hitting
her skin,
one second
then the next be dancing
in a seductive wave
of her body,
gently cut bones shadowing
across her skin.

every day, correct
answers wanted to spew from
her watercolor painted
chapped lips as she bites
them nervously.

her pretty eyes
glittering from they're shadowed
black eyelashes and lids,
frustration apparently smeared
across them up into her
wild curly locks
that bound with every flying
leap of her thick strong
legs. as she ran. ran. ran.

only a mere one of her loves
but still the strongest
is the light feeling
of weightlessness as she runs. runs. runs.

this girls laughter rings
in her ears as friend come
and leave in storms or ocean tides
depending on the attachment,
but she will never fail
to lift a few hearts.

god created a girl
a perfect girl who would sit
listening to nothing more
than rain hitting
her skin.
and missing out on everything
because he forgot
one.
little.
thing.

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a/n: might need a little refurbishing, i wrote in roughly ten minutes.