Shadow girl

For the times we fall for he whom we cannot have

She is a perfect shadow
happy in the dark, 
Alive in the light 
And seduction lives in her eyes 
All the while
I’m withering away

Reviews

[roarke]

I think it's the scant articulation of this that grabs me. After reading the last line, I go back and start again at the beginning. The cycle repeats. Light and dark, the duality that is witnessed in the eyes, and winter withers all nature until the next spring.

[kylie]

Thank you for your thoughts. I enjoy writing lines that are open for interpretation of the reader. The duality bit was intentional, I am glad you picked up on it.