the girl story

There’s a story about a girl that I met from the city.

she was smart and she was funny.

She was so pretty.

Her eyes held an unfamiliar gaze, I felt such pity.

But her smile made me forget and that’s a night I won’t regret because she loved me in a way that made me giddy.

She never spoke a word, there was no need.

Yet in her silence I was heard and she agreed.

Mystical, she was a different breed.

She would sing to every song, she is a songbird.

You could see her spirit hover up above.

And though I’ve loved and have been loved with such intensity, I’ve never felt more convalescent love.

Beauty. Beauty.

She was.

I can’t tell you why, just because.

If the darkest night was terrorized because the moon and stars were hidden, the life she lived would light the sky. The sun would be forbidden.

She is beauty, beauty cause there’s not a better word.

She is beauty, so very beautiful.

So beautiful in fact, it seems absurd.

–M