Friday, July 28, 2006
she's stealing;
in the silence of the day
she skips between every orange sunray
claiming what isn’t hers.
The purple underbellies of the watching clouds played witness.
They let her.
They let her kiss their puddles of rainwater,
As she flirted to gain the rainbow’s trust.
The gentle raindrops ignored her quickened pace.
As she stole.
As she stole with such stealth.
The wind himself could not catch her.
The crashing waves covered her trail.
The blemishes in the turquoise tide, ignorant of her presence
The soft summer breeze let her slip past.
Even as the branches of trees stretched their hands to catch her,
The emerald leaves whispered words of encouragement to her.
She’s stealing;
In the tranquil of the night.
She skips between every gossamer moonbeam.
She tears apart the night sky,
Seeking to claim what isn’t hers.
Yet the silver moonlight lets her go on.
The tears of the sky catch but a glimpse of her.
She took what isn’t hers.
And there’s no one to stop her.
she's stealing;
she’s already stolen my smile.thats new btw. it's freshly written. MMHHMM.she really did steal it.
sprinkled in glitter.
8:58 PM
