Rusted Reflections

A chiseled face of the one and only pure kind
even her essence slithers in and out of herself as if it were the one who has been intertwined

She holds her neck forward
and arches her shoulders forward, until someone does get the chance to find,
much of what she and someone both are looking forward to,
set on a path she was told to take,
since she was left behind its alright you put little at stake

what she's looking for isn't much since everyone has been kind
maybe a person who will not respect her for her but for what she can bring out of others, now that is truly a love so divine


I've excelled and I've seen what I can't hear. The voice that flowers upon her and serpentine's around and into her left ear.

Her sterling strands of disheveled hair and her dress a sapphire a lit to be withhold in the most coolest weathers where nature digs with the beauty of bringing a heaven into the world that has lost its shovel

Only she can dig up what lays beneath the future of the earth we all can push her,
but that will won't work as the sea in her heart will push itself a stir.

Making her wonder if she is still pure.