Inner Me

Blue lines of streaming air

Golden wound within her hair

Sparkles aglow inside her eyes

Dangerous power in unspoken lies

She waits of word of his embrace

She wants to reveal her true face

She turns about, wings aflutter

Changing her mind about going asunder

She forces a smile all is well

She taps on the door, afraid of the Bell

Maybe this time will be the last

Maybe she won’t run away as fast

Maybe the distance will be good

She just wants to remember like she should

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