Conflicting thoughts from good to bad.
Is lingering through her mind she has.
Twisting tales, embracing harm.
The sinful tastes of painful charms.
Beclouded wounds that never heal.
Confined to a clutch that was never real.
Wild and free she runs a mile
Just like the sparkle of a child.
Her laugh is blissful and jollity.
She stands in grace and dexterity.
The music to her ears come naturally.
Young at heart, with an awkward balance to clumsy.
If she takes you in, she'll steal your heart.
Laughing eyes so beautifully sharp.
Her spiteful grin...
Will swallow you in...
She's a woman with a powerful hold.
A woman with a heart of gold.
She's fearless and mindful and one not to be reckoned with indeed.
She's the package a man will love and one will need.
©terrylin53
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