Never expecting much...

Quiet Expectations
By: Me

She's never expected much...

Always going in the direction of the wind.

A soul that chases the sun, running wild on it's own,

With false judgments lingering over head,

Keeping a cautious pace, even if there's a chance for more,

Waiting to feel what she thought could not be real,

Seeking to find something she has not seen,

Wanting to justify the wounds that have bound her,

Searching for a face to see in hers, a true spirit so fine.

She prays for a glance at a beauty of pure innocence,

She ponders at what it will be like,

Hesitating at every breathe.

It's been so long, she's forgotten how to play it;

The beat to her own heart.

Those lonely eyes glancing past a cloud of mistrust,

Deserving a chance to open her fragile heart,

Seeking a moment of lovely truth,

A place of beautiful serenity,

No longer standing alone in the sun.

I've never expected much...