She breathes slowly as she sleeps away the day, the worries , her frowns, her laughs, her inner troubles.Unaware, always unaware of what she causes around, about the mess, the hole ikn the chest the loneliness and all of their questions.Who is she, who is she, really?I'll tell you a little story about who the hazel haired girl is.She just one of those wonders, unblieveble, mistical creatures that walk the Earth, with the grace of a ballerina and acute senses of a liones.
You invite her to your party...she'll always arive late, barings her unforgiveble smile , messi hair and blouse lose of one shoulder.She'll laugh and say that something got in the way, scout on your cauch, jiggle at the othet guests and steal the moment.Do you think she knows?She really doesn't!
She does not care, she cares for you or so she thinks and news to your heart...so do you.
You forgive and forget and in five minutes all of those unmuttered words wisk away in the night.
Smokes when she shouln't , drinks vodka on hot days, when she should really drink water.Dances bearfoot in the rain , run across the beatch and chant rock songs.Dream about the future and forget about the past, than tells you all about it and laughs.
She runs , she frowns , wear white on rainy days and black on funerals to her soul.Dances in the street, under the streetlight...they just think she is crazy,pitty and regret that such beauty might be waisted on a spotless mind, a stolen and gone , empty houses.
There is nothing empty about her, not one drop, their just her inner mistery and there is you.Dare to trust her, dare to lose and you'l discover that only she wants to do is live life like it's golden!
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