Connecting Singles^® Poetry Connect with Poetry

She Is

She's like a window
Whose panes reveal
A hollow soul

She's like an open book
Whose pages express all
But no one cares to look

She is resistant
Yet a fragile leaf
That could crumble in the sun

She is in total control
Though a shadow
One moment there, and then is gone

She holds her secrets
And I envy her ability
To go on

She's like the sunset
Whose multi colors
End with night

She is impossible
And simple
Alive

She is the opposite
Of worthlessness
And still fights to survive

She is above reality
Whose wrapping arms
Reach past her dreams

And distill her
From within
Into opposing things

She is like this...

Posted: Mon Jul 6, 2009 10:25 PM CST