Her own way -
She looked back, like she was caught by you!
‘And she can hardly breathe without you! ’
But she ran.. Oh she ran!
She says she has no time ..
‘And my heart opens up to you’-
But i got no soothing rhymes.
You see, in the intricacies of our existence
She was struggling to position her own alignment
In the race against time and age
She was eagerly rushing to witness
The denouement to her own machination.
The only glimpse into the cruel mastermind
A peek through them gleaming hazel eyes
Contrasting to the prosaic mundane
When she walked on flower beds,
through city lights and smogy frames.. .
That fair ensemble was a gothic masquerade
Red heels and cutting glare– the raven snare.
Quiet into the day, by night a fire ablaze.
She ran. Oh she ran!
She has no time for your gaze–
She is a queen on her way,
awaiting the last act of her dextrous contrivances.
No need for renditions, she carves her own way!
