i can see her even now,
view it from somewhere
behind my eyes, or maybe
i just feel it.
it's the girl from the school,
who goes for coffee and
gets tea, swaying slowly,
gracefully, alone on the
floor, and i can't remember
if this was a dream or not.
this is the inspired kind of
beauty that looks effortless,
inborn, flawless, floating,
the very picture of elegance.
the girl who spends years
to write just one perfect song,
the kind of song that seems
effortless, flawless, like beauty
just happens, mirroring truth.
the girl i see smoking in the dark,
the cold wind coming over from
the water, her face lit by a single
candle, her eyes catching the light,
and her tears falling, to create
the stars.
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