Almost girl

Look at her, in the corner of the room
With the heart shaped mouth and doe like eyes, pretty features that just don't quite fit
Glass of whiskey in hand, swaying on the heels of her shoes
Her dress with a tiny rip in it's side, but a beautiful shade of blue
She learnt enough to get by but never enough to stand out
She loved with caution, in fear of getting burned
Leaning against the wall, I watch as she twirls the glass in her hands, gaze transfixed to the Amber liquid
If you look closely at her you'll notice the smudged stains underneath her eyes
And if you watched long enough you'd see the flashes of insecurity admist her elegance and grace
I call her the almost girl
Almost beautiful
Almost smart
Almost brave
Walking on the stage to give a toast my eyes still fixed on her
I rose my glass to unfinished journeys and all our lives almost moments
Looking up I searched for her but couldn't see her
Stepping of the stage and back into the shadows of the ball room I see her again
Stretched out against the wall, glass in hand
Tears filled her eyes as she sipped from her drink crying, well almost
Soon enough the fireworks were lit and with the explosion of colours came a burst of light
Chasing away my almost girl from my line of sight.