she craves the wilderness existing within her very soul, begging to be unleashed, awaiting the prime moment for it to be released
she desires a misguided attitude, the one that comes from ignorance,
she wishes for darkness of lost souls to surround her while they all discover the unspoken light, dancing in the moon, crying in the rain, singing to the wind, following the day.
unbountiful misbelief following those who she is supposed to “belong” all the while, her heart cries for her tribe of elephants, dancers, and wild ones who know her song, a gypy soul, a wreckless heart, her truth is someone’s unfailing art,
sorrow floats, her craving is nothing more than a desperation for releasing the fear that they hung around her neck so young, telling her to be nothing and she would be safe,
she craves the dark alley way
not for the danger but for the existence of quiet beauty
she wants to dream in a world of several untold stories
listening and becoming each one
she craves a different identity than what they’ve stamped her with
she longs for her soul to be released without the judgement of others clouding each experience
she hates the loud mouths that ruin the introverted experience,
she craves you my darling, a figment of her imagianation, although somewhere deep inside she knows its more than a dream, ‘
maybe thats the part of her that has lost touch with reality,
she has not a worry if that is the case
for she knows what she wants
and she knows where she belongs
and most around her know it too
while they try and tame her
as she dreams day and night
and then splashes away back into her dream land where only the two of you lay
pitiful, her folks say, courageous the ones who still sit in fear admire, insanity the blind sit in judgement
all the while she is dancing in her own jungle awaiting the sight of an unheard melody streaming your hearts back as one
she longs to scream and shout and let out all of the terror she has held in
then passionately make love to you over and over again as if she knows nothing better
laughter on the road with smoke bombing her sight, and wanting nothing more than to hold you through the night
unapoligetically real my dear, her soul, innocent, clean as each new rain drop in a thunder storm, yet knows her past
by her intelligence most question if that is the case, but i will tell you she has been so many places, not many of freedom, to where she has created her own innocence within a cage she was placed in
for her heart is pure and motives deep
simply, she craves to share an existence with another
that is untouchable by any who wonder, by any who hate,
by any who walk this planet without a clue
with the company of another old soul
one who has the same wonder
deep in each and every bone.
she craves to be with you.