I'm just a girl.
Not pure of mind or pearl of skin, nor with silk as hair or lips of red.
Not your princess in a tower- never lost to be found- always calm, always sure.
A girl with a story, but none to be heard.
Eyes of blue, waves of white- watching a puddle, blending with the sky.
You were just a boy.
A boy of thoughts and a boy of shadows, a boy- eyes dark as night.
Lack of laughter, a smile of sunsets, seldom seen.
Wandering through the hours of midnight- hands shoved in pockets, foggy breath his only light.
Stumbling through the minutes of early dawn or late dusk, opposites can attract.