What would seem like my last chance.

Eyes that one could get lost in for hours, they bring warmth to any that look in them, regardless of the glasses she wears. The hazel color comforts you as you drink in her beauty, letting you be somebody that you thought was long gone. Her long, dark hair is manipulated so that it doesn’t interrupt the vision before us, but it is beautiful in its own right. Long and dark, it cascades down her back and moves gracefully with each slight movement of her body. She is tall, which one grows to appreciate, for it gives the eye more to drink in. The eye sees her, sees the slight perfections that are too quickly forgotten. It seems as though one could never get enough of looking at this beauty, for it is as close to perfection as one can get, and it shames one to think their eye had ever found another quite so beautiful. The face we see before us is a mere glimpse of the beauty that lies within her. Sadly, this beauty is hidden, smothered, by one who is so arrogant to believe he has the right to hide this away from the world, this work of art. Liberation from this veil, this prison, is only possible if the beauty wishes to. Nonetheless, eyes are seemingly forced to focus upon lips that attract attention regardless of any number of distractions, and one finds themself contemplating how it would feel to press their own unworthy lips against them. The rough texture of your lips pressed against hers, the way it would feel like you were desecrating some sacred shrine, or piece of untouched and untainted land, but the feeling the desecration would be worth the unexplainable and inescapable happiness you would feel. The voice and words that flow from those lips bring a smile to your face because they are often kind. What truly amazes one is when her laugh escapes from those lips, escaping like prisoners that had been kept in confinement for far too long.

To explain the title above I’m adding this short little explanation. This may be my last chance with somebody that I care about, not the same one that has brought me so much heartache in the past, but a new one. If this doesn’t work there is no other shot, no second chance.This act may bring me to a physical confrontation with another person, but I don’t fear him, and I sure as hell don’t fear these words, or the blatant honesty they contain.