Words sit strangled,
choked by two sets of thoughts,
here she sits separate, but equal.
Some words come from us,
our handsome stranger,
unwavering in truth and kindness
unless there is a lie
that needs to be told.
We give perhaps
more than what was initially bargained.
There is this whole other side,
where she turns into something
all together unbelievable
and it’s pretty to watch I suppose.
In a sense she is desired
having been blessed with her looks.
It’s a dangerous game to behold
heads turn when she arrives or exits,
it’s hard to keep attention focused.
One initially feels lucky,
having held this amazing prize,
people are not our possessions
to be counted and stacked in a line.
Just as equally and
just as blindly
this seemingly perfectly balanced girl,
can turn into something,
sometimes it’s hard to watch
the world spin around her,
still though, she has no idea
just how much I love her.
