She Thinks
The mind, overpowered by the thought of a un seen subject
The face of the faceless displayed proudly in a well kept device
A mystery with an enchanting tone
Trying so hard to keep quiet
But your words flow from the lips like an undisturbed river
Falling so fast
The head so impatiently restless
The heart heavily guarded
Mental sickness from waiting
Unbearable fear of what’s to come
Is it the thought of true love
Or the thrill of the challenge
Conversations so innocent
Yet powerful enough to fade the air in the lungs
Chill bumps cover head to toe
Pain from the untold past makes the guarded soul cold
But the silent whispers of the faceless charmer give hope to the impossible
So emotionally involved
Intrigued by lust
Wanting the whole
Expecting the least
Praying for a small part
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