Who is She?

Tue, 02/18/2014 - 17:41 -- Akira05

She stares out the window

Content as can be

In her long raven locks

A flower is propped.

 

Paint Stains her olive hands

She seems to care less

As they lay on her dress

A car horn sounds out.

 

Then, quick as a cheetah

She sprints recklessly

Tearing open the door

And runs to his arms

 

To live life fearlessly

To be that content

The things I lack right now

I want to change soon.

 

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