As though her skin was stained porcelain white
She slipped back down from the sky cracked and marred
Though every second of my gaze was wasted
As in her final instance; before departure
She was stained porcelain white

She?
She is a dark skinned girl
With smile as bright as the sun,
With a tender heart that cries for the pain of her friend.

She?
She is just an another girl whom you see in the neighbour,
And to fullfil her dreams she do all the labour.

She?
She is a dark skinned girl
Who wears her confidence in the crowd,
She is intelligent but she
Doesn't cry out loud.

She?
She is a girl who wears those normal spectacles,
And there is no problem that she can't tackle.

She?
She has a lot of stories
That I like to here,
And maybe I would listen to her secrets that she doesn't even share.

She?
She smiles her brightest when she teaches something or when she is telling a funny story.

She?
She is a dark skinned girl
With a soul that I believe is pure,
Who never wish bad for anyone, that i am sure.

She?
She is a girl,
Beautiful and sweet
And I am really happy
That destiny planned our meet.

She?
She is a girl who do not blindly follow the trend
And that beautiful girl,
That girl is my friend.

The light touch of the silk on my breast brings me back to you.

It brings me back to that dance floor with my body pressed up against yours like the cover of a book and it's pages.

It brings me back to your fingertips - a stone skip across my skin.

It brings me back to your hands holding my face and your lips on mine.

It brings me back to that night in the snow where your body was the only source of heat I needed.

You are a chapter that I will never forget - the one that I will reread over and over again until the words come to life off the page.



-t.s.