History

Heavy thoughts caress my brain.
I recall the first meeting.
On a sunny day, waiting on a bench.
No clue of what to expect,
nor the consequences for the future.
There she was, and I wasn't ready.
I was loquaciously nervous,
couldn't seem to shut up.
While she just seemed to listen,
taking it all in.
It was weird to see the time fly.
Hours passed in a heartbeat,
I wished my heart would've just stopped.
The rest of this story is history.
To be forgotten by the ages.

Hidden Core

Shed a different light upon her.
As I see through the surface,
revealing her true colours.
She seems to rise above her shadow,
escaping the boundaries layed upon her.
How does she manage to hide it so well?
Captivated my thoughts as I learn yet more.
The shell seems thick, but its cracks
can't be hidden any longer.
I'm so very aware of her.
It's like I perceive her every move,
looking to see more of her.
I can't quite believe that
I didn't see it before.
That fragile little girl,
that was hidden in  her core.