She's like a poem,
Waiting to be read.

She's like a song,
Waiting to be sung.

She's like a melody,
Waiting to be heard.

She's like a book,
Waiting to be understood.

She's like a dance,
Waiting to be performed.

She's like a beauty,
Waiting to be cherished.

She's like art,
Waiting to be crafted.

She's you,
Waiting to be found.

She's you,
Waiting to be loved.

She's not just a girl,
She's within all of you,
She resides somewhere inside,
Somewhere the golden rays don't reach,
Somewhere the silver shine doesn't work,
Somewhere in you,
She stays,
Waiting to be acknowledge...


She sprinted into your heart even though it was a fortress of ice,
She let you feel the warmth in her, even when she froze from your touch,


She was a violent wind that forced the trees to sing when it was ages since they spoke a word,
But even their harmonized moves or their desperate cries,


did you heed cause it was long since you made friends with the quiet and the cold,


One day though, in the stillness of the night next to a body that's as cold as yours,
you'll miss the symphony she used to play for,

You'll miss the rushing girl...

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