Chin dimple
HER
Gray eyes and a cold smile
flowing, wind-swept hair
she slips into the shadows
as if she was never there.
she wants not a prince,
nor love from the divine,
but a garden of secrets,
and pale, bubbling wine.
where one dared to love,
there is no more trust,
for she has been tricked
by the mysteries of lust.
no more will she love,
no more will she cry
At the sight of being left
And falling from the sky.
amidst affairs and lies,
she commands the breeze,
leaving behind her past
\"I shall do as I please.\"
beautiful and striking,
her eyes full of wonder,
she plays a mournful tune
to
the sound of thunder.