Amidst the noise

Amidst all the noise echoing halls. She sits quietly writing, reading, hard work doesn’t inspire except the attitude which she portrays She is diligent She is mighty And spends long nights doing work till perfection Perfection What is perfection? An endless trial of missed quality works Nonetheless she sits till the AM striving towards this goal good was never enough The stars were never enough to satisfy her need for light She wants the moon with LED lights strapped to the crescent Which is why I am so lucky to be her man And why I don’t know where I can stand? She knows what she wants and she wants the best. Am I Really the best? Pressure on the starting gait had lifted answers seen forever away. But atleast for now I wont complain. -Kyle Essex