The Lady of the Night

Her soft and angel like tresses covering
The moonlight streaming through
The car window. Her face, hovering
Just above yours. Her breath that blew
Around like the wind on a calm day.
She is still someone with dreams and
Ambitions. Never hope to see her ray
Of sunshine on a daily basis and stand
Right on the edge of the shadows.
She works hard to make ends meet,
But the truth is that she knows
Herself better. She runs the street
And keeps herself from starving.
She stays up all night into the wee
Hours. Her name, the letters carving
Into your skin with a blade because she
Is truly unforgettable and captivating.
She will always be a reminder of
Better days and she is worth waiting
For because you would not want love
From anyone else. Keep your tight
Grip on her; she is the lady of the night.