heroine

It’s kinda like when your soul meets your body or when leaves dance in the wind.

Maybe like walking through an arid desert or the first time that you sinned.

I know you know what I’m saying, the words try forming on your tongue,

but the feeling gets away with you and the breath escapes your lungs.

It’s kinda like indescribable. like melting in the sun,

that dream you have when your feet move but really you can’t run or the giggle from your belly.

I know you know that’s the one.

The words are coming to your lips but you can’t tell anyone.

It’s all about the moment that you can’t help running from.

In your heart the beating sounds like the banging of a drum.

You can try so desperately to pretend it don’t exist but you catch yourself remembering the the taste of that first kiss.

I know you know what I’m saying, because I know you feel like this.

It’s kinda like the dream you have you’re flying.

It’s kinda like ridin’ in the wind, or maybe like catching butterflies or

maybe like the first time that you sinned.

The rush is indescribable.

Maybe, that’s your heroine.

–M