A Verse Tried #5

 She's the girl who will go in 
parties with a book in her hand,
virgin for her, always.
She's the girl who will
cover her face with those hair strands,
pixie on her, always.
She's the girl who will
let you go first in queue of hundreds,
demure is she, always.
She's the girl who will
sit in a corner with tears in her eyes,
noceur is she, always.
Not the girl who will
look straight through you.
Not the girl who will
lead on to you.
Not the girl who will
know every time,
what to do or
what to say.
At the right time,
At the right place.
Her voice will mumble,
Her hands will tremble.
But You know,
She's the girls who will
learn you slowly,
like a persona from
her dearest story.
She's the girl who will
show you your gentle side.
She's the girl who feels
like a cold breeze from the tide.
She's the Polaroid on the wall,
She's the honey maple of the fall.
She's the girl who will
believe 11.11 is true.
She's the girl who will
wish on stars for you.
She's a poetry, written.
She's a star, hidden.


© 2019 _occultatum_ blogunseen.com

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