There is a girl
whose eyes
S P A R K L E
brighter than the
[thousand stars]
she dances among…
she is the mudfreckles splattered across
the bare ankles of those who dance in the
-summer.x.rain-
she is the thrill and glare of the lights
as the thunder of the audience thrums
-through.x.veins-
she is the eyeliner smudges and
forgotten bruises of a lazy, hazy
-morning.x.after-
she is a crowded, colourless train carriage
interrupted by colourful language
-and.x.laughter-
There is a girl
who deserves
E V E R Y T H I N G
she ever wanted
[ever dreamed of]
on a silver platter.
♥♥♥
Author notes
Written 23.1.08
To my most beautiful schatzi. Love always, darling. ♥
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