corners of your mind

xxv

such a longing in her soul—you can't help but to hear it.

such a passion she plays with, you can see it.

on her face when she plays,
in her body as she moves,
in her soul as she sleeps,
in her mind as she speaks.

the Unnamable Passion—
it's a longing to settle the score.

not true talent,
just something so much more.

something she can't help but try to deny even as her entire being aches and yearns for it.