a fleeting flashing smileakin to
a fleeting flashing smile
akin to lightning in a bottle
a piercing, heavy gaze
too hard for others to follow
a developing dalliance
an enveloping embrace
trailblazer
leaving a path
for only me to trace.
my Prince Charming appears in my dreams
he has yet to come
but I am just sixteen
with only distant fathoms of what love
romantically, will really be.
my imagination is untethered
curiosity unfettered
so I will search and explore
invade and implore
until I happenn across
my personal fairytale.
until then
iI will wait everyday
second minute and hour
picking petals off of flowers
for my very own cliche.