Her


Her aura is a radiant light
It's like taking a flight at the grace of her first sights
She's eccentric, never plain
I catch her sight out of the corner of my eye
Watching as clowns from the circus show all crack and fail
Her body shows she's looking for something more
She's willing to explore
Many scale the walls but only a select few actually unlocked the door
Because of that, she was very reserved
The master of illusion who graded on the curve
Looking her way, I envisioned us being
But I could never be the man she needed out of me
Spontaneity was held by suppression
As the over analytical brain killed the hearts affections.

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