HER Poem, by Chin dimple, at My poetic side

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.

HER