It was the wind
through her hair,
how her smile said
she didn’t care
It was the cool breeze
and how she looked
so fragile down there
on her little knees
It was the wind
whispering sins
come along again
Beautiful Wild
Let me feel
you from within
It was the wind
breathing life into the embers
of the last dying star
the awful wicked temptation
tormenting my fractured souls
It was the wind
dancing through the leaves
sunlight peeking through the shadows
a little play of light and dark upon her face
as we sat beneath the bows
of her favorite willow tree
that became her grave
I didn’t mean to..
