this one is about a ghost...
---
she was
beautiful
hauntingly beautiful
the kind of beauty
you can't
look away from
the darkness of her
skin
the brightness of her
eyes
at odds with the
mocha of her
irises
and the chocolate
of her
curling hair
she was
beautiful
hauntingly beautiful
the kind of beauty
you wait a
lifetime for
only to realize that
when you find it
it evades you
with intent and
precision
she was
beautiful
hauntingly beautiful
the way she seemed to
shimmer out of
view
in the sunlight
the way the
gleam
of moonshine
never affected her
the way she
sunk into shadows
yet didn't have
one of her own
the way the
sunlight
never played itself
in dappled shades of
golden
across her sharp
cheekbones
and full lips
she was
beautiful
hauntingly beautiful
as she roamed the
white marble staircases
of the manor set into
the hillside
like a diamond set into
an onyx ring
the seasons never
affected her
the winds
never blowing back her
long white dress
as she traversed through
lightning storms
she was
beautiful
hauntingly beautiful
in the way that
goddesses and ghosts
are
ethereal and spiritual
in their
near-non-existence
she was brimming with
unmatched bravery
a determination that
nobody could conquer
her touch was
cool and
fleeting
as wind in the reeds
she was
beautiful
hauntingly beautiful
achingly beautiful
and i've always
found myself
drawn
to haunting girls
and people who hurt me
to specters that come alive
under the
pale, peeking light
of the crescent moon
and return to the
shadows
as soon as the
stars
fade away.
YOU ARE READING
to the dreamers
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