What He Sees

That complicated girl, too wrapped up in bullshit which holds her back, a wild beast who whispers wisdom of carnal knowledge, a beauty who thinks herself to be bland, an artist too shy to realize her abilities. A goddess still waiting to be born. He sees it all. The pain, the ratta tat tat of her skip in the distance, trying to escape . Desperately . Just attempting to breath. The keys she may choose to sing are always sad, always melancholy. The songs remind you of things lost & gone forever. Things you never had but recall just to feel complete. It hits a place deep down which needs to know a release exists. That some things lost will always persist. Beneath the surface of us sunshine bleeds through, it hits her eyes, they are green, bloodshot & crazy…he looks at her & knows she is the one he needs.