A Moment of...

You are you're own spoken word as she is hers. You leave her as quick as the marks you laid upon her fade away. How time sorts things. Suffice to say go to hell but she can't. You have awoken something in her and she tries to turn her eyes away. A beast by nature and an escapist by nurture. She always knew it was going to be like this.

Heart worn on her sleeve and the more she exposes the more she is tormented. They always get what they want but she never receives what she is deserved. She imagines all the things in life that never were and what could be.

Living in and out of cycles of a fairy tale. When what she wants is there she cowers away to the next. She remains her worst enemy. They never know the real her only the outer shell of what they perceive is her.

Manifest Destiny.

She would never rewind time. Never ashamed of what she has done. She lives her life on the outer banks and takes a quick step in and out of the circle.

Stand Alone and Fight the Demon.

Reflections are as close as the mirror in front of her. Where is your reflection?

Not Ready...

An emotional vampire and she is the vixen to pray on him. But yet he runs. In the end she is left with herself.

Rewind the time; the symphony plays..

Onto the next, then next...

When will this sonnet end?