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Jaded steel


Jade and steel. (Jess) Jade and steel Passion you can see,taste,feel Eyes, a souls window A rabbit hole to her past A message from her future The ever needed guide in her present The hunger, it's there The sight to move forward The premise to prepare The drive, the ambition The courage and wishing The fire, a constant reminder What our own peers lack And mis understand The constant shadow of her thinking A steady stream of what she's feeling The fire burns in these cool green eyes They dry out They tear up They are open, always open But when at peace and resting, They close shut They've seen hate They know pain But can be taught love They love They see hope The see peace They've seen darkness They've seen lies They see me and they soften, They close in peace. With me quite often As if she's being swept by a swift wind and im the lucky one to have caughten. I knowing of all the danger. Take my steps with a fragile caution Keeping her at ease, peace and away from precious tension They see us, the eyes, and that fire, it sparks It's alive and moving As if we both know we need to leave our marks On each other maybe, On this time for sure. The eyes ring clean They flash only pure But the green eyes can harden To a steel of determination Something that has been caused by a previous thought or meditation. Something dangerous from her past A steadfast object of Her own minds creation. They know the power they wield Even though she remains blissfully unaware That she can melt a man with a simple, cold, yet flaming blue stare. They can carry so much passion, and leave without a moments notice A glance and their gone Like a moon lit ghost in a jaded Forrest Fire. A green and blue luminous flame dances behind these round eyes Like acool crisp pool of of mountain water that maintains an internal furnace that fumes with an energy more alive than most people have ever spent in the time between they lived and died They dance, with soft kisses and flutters much like a shy butterfly's They twist and flip when no one is watching, just as active if not more, than her mind. And that's hard to come by. These eyes know pain in the 10 degree. They have seen agonizing defeats, they know hardship. They have seen her, stumble and recover, memories that cause her slim shoulders to shudder. Things that contort her soft and tender face into an agonizing twist and grimace in remembrance of the chains that once bound her. What broke her, and what built her. They've seen her come back. Fight off a two sworded attack. The recovery that would make an average person Shake and turn to an easier substitute, an alternate option.A Green, fiery Phoenix, returning stronger from its own ashes and coming back a stronger being to be subtlety revealed to the masses People who held explosive reactions Who had to hide surprise Muffle their whispers and gaspses People... Who may have suggested, may have had the audacity to comment to maybe say, in the kindest of ways... ..Stop ...Take a break ..Maybe, something else. You can stop.... If you want "The braces are fine." "It's ok, give up" "Slow down" You. Don't. Need. This. To which those eyes quietly whispered in the wickedest of fashions.... "Yes I do.... And I will" The subtleties may have been different but the message was loud and clear She faced everything. Her and her green circles of internal fire, raging with fear and who knows what else. An emotion words on paper cant quite capture being so isolated. Marched onward. Moving forward, continuing the progress. Alone.... Oh How I wish I knew her then.... Those eyes tell more than just a color.......you see. They themselves remain soft at a glance. But can become so narrow so quick. A slight of hand, a magicians slick trick. Coy, You may say, how they hold such a significant innocent, but when she learns how to use them, that will be quite the day. They move with intelligence Watching with strict diligence Always on and moving Always remaining vigilant Tiny movements But with an impact on the normal person that stays for minutes. That lingers like a sweet smell, something a person might take time to tell On me for hours.... But don't let her know that. I'm just a stopping point. A chance to catch a breath. while she keeps taking my own Like a final quiz, or a major test I'll give her my all and those eyes Will give me her best I'll take that and wear it Like An S on my chest Maybe she shouldn't know? With no water, this plant may never grow But that would be like having a ticket And never seeing the show So no I'll let her know, the power they have and how that power will only grow Maybe she'll ignore it, not understand quite yet Or maybe it will become a weapon In her holster A trick, ill watch her light up internally Radiate.. Beam...... Then glow..... And maybe then, once she knows it won't be so hard You see.... It won't be so hard.... Once she knows...... To let her go............................................................................................................................. &&$)$!7&9$)7&@97??$$@988..).&..7..5..!::933$3:7:!..$:!:8..!3&..8:$:&: \_(ツ)_/¯
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