Her voice starts
just above a whisper
time and attention she swears
and whether we like it or not
her voice starts to grow on us.
Some turn and watch
my eyes have not left
watching the crowd grow and gather
and from all sides
the glances start to swarm
she’s our idol now.
The chemistry and energy
it hurts to be too far away
but just as equally though
it’s even harder to Love her
there are trigger reactions
following her song
we have no real choice
but to dance.
She’s pretty and perfect
in her own fucked up way.
Her voice reaches the top
and from way up there
it’s clear to understand why
I promised a lifetime
I’d keep and memorize
every song of hers.
Dragonfly Poetry 