Private Waves

There was an eloquence about her.
There was something ambiguous about her passion and endeavor

There was something harmonic about the fervency she held...
beneath the apathy and the coolness ...beyond the pain and the despise.

She moved as if the wind carried her spirit.

And when she thought nobody was looking, she danced as if she had no scars
She laughed as if she had never lost.

...tempered solace
In the midst of chaotic resolve...

She sang as if she had never cried
And she smiled as if she had never watched anything die.

...within the thoughts of angst
She battled her life filled with angels and demons.

And when she thought nobody was looking ....
She lit up the night with dreams and ingenuity.

Author's Note

2 am write. Perhaps a little sloppy

Reviews

[Vanesa Markovic]

Nothing sloppy about this, it is a wonderful little slice of art.
You wrote of the subject tenderly, perfectly.
Lovely work
-VM

[lovejulez03]

Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment, I really appreciate it:)