Patchwork Glass

Her mouth twists when she says okay
When I look at her she smiles and looks away
And even when she is still, her fingers start to play
Intstruments and melodies that no one else can see
And I watch as her fingers hypnotize me
Dancing around, her fidgeting composing a symphony
Of twisted ribs that stick out too far
Her heart wild in its cage that has bent and warped the bars
That contain it.
This is what I believe.
A jaded past
Of patchwork glass
She fills the silence with anything she can
With music that disguises how far across this country she has ran
To escape a future that she may ave followed blindly
Without the guidance of voices in perfect harmony
With who she was and who she wanted to be
And she says she is intrigued by me
But honestly
I have never seen someone's eyes burn so brightly
With the possibilities of what could be
She is strange
She is terrifying
She is beautiful.
She is absolutely everything that a woman should be.