Magic and Fog
She was strength and magic
Timeless and tragic
She was diamonds and dust
Just when you had her attention you lost her trust.
Refined and dignified
Reclusive and mystified.
She was a mystery and a disaster
She wouldnt like if you asked her
Fine wines and old books
Embroidered vintage scarves and large sunglasses
Yes she has the looks.
Jewelery from the island of St. Isadore
So you thought as she hides her face when leaving the thrift store
Elegance and poise
Brief glances and small responses never any noise
She would breeze past you in a busy place
You could forget everything except her expressionless face
Her eyes straight forward she never saw you there
Yet her intended avoidance was apparent in her indirect stare
She would angrily stab the cobblestones at the small street market with her red high heels so you knew she was near
She would hold fake credit cards so her facade would keep you in envy and fear.
She would examine the market merchandise as if she had no interest or desire
She was fueled by the ice in her fire
You could try to approach maybe offer a drink or meal
With one cold rejection your heart would fail to heal.
She was a local story and lie
She was a social write off but we never saw her cry
She wanted us to believe in her made up shine
I watch her walk away to the woods
I remember when that life was mine.
Copyright © Shauna Woodbury | Year Posted 2019
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