GRACE
If the moon was looking for a different place to be
If elegance were to be tuned into a 6foot frame
Dusted with specks of perfection,
Painted with mirth and glee
In par with Helen of troy,
A museum of sentient thirsts
A beautiful smile, and a dangerous curve
A counterpart to venus herself.
As calm as the ocean, named after a storm
Sprouted by a god, moneyed by a brod.
She could shred you at a glance, drown you in her sass
Tan you by her charm, burn you if she gets silky warm
Agonized and Hemmed in my own gaze
Stock-still in the shadow of her frame
Feebly waiting for an Eclipse to gain,
To be back in my senses, alive and breathing again
If elegance were to be tuned into a 6foot frame
Dusted with specks of perfection,
Painted with mirth and glee
In par with Helen of troy,
A museum of sentient thirsts
A beautiful smile, and a dangerous curve
A counterpart to venus herself.
As calm as the ocean, named after a storm
Sprouted by a god, moneyed by a brod.
She could shred you at a glance, drown you in her sass
Tan you by her charm, burn you if she gets silky warm
Agonized and Hemmed in my own gaze
Stock-still in the shadow of her frame
Feebly waiting for an Eclipse to gain,
To be back in my senses, alive and breathing again