I can’t really put my finger on it.
Or manage to find all the words.
But there’s just something about that girl.
Maybe it’s the way her hair sits tangled.
Curled up at the end.
The way she moves. Dances.
As if everyone was watching.
Or no one at all.
It could be the way she smiles.
With her heart.
The way only she can.
The way she cares, loves.
You see, she is beautiful in the way only wild things are.
The way they are meant to be.
Untouched by the world.
So, my darling.
Stay this way.
As if just for a moment.