She swallows wine from a straw
her Eyes are as dark as the night
the most refreshing soft smile you ever saw
if you get too close it may fade away.. it just might
If souls showed colors according to their mood
hers would most likely be grey
grey like the days when she bathes in solitude
the earth stands still until she comes to play
Without her midnight hair touching the wind
nothing ever seems right
she laughs at the moon when it seems thinned
“the best part of the day is its night”
If you catch her among a crowd and loud noise
her souls yell will echo in your bones
everyone has to stare–especially the boys
drunken, she looks down to thank even silly stones
Ripped jeans and pure shoes wander the world
when she’s lost she closes her eyes
all of her limbs start to twirl
she keeps them closed to look at her dark skies
