Monday, May 11, 2015

Art.

She looked as art,
They way her back,
Hung against the wall,
Her hair,
Half slit back,
Half loose curls,
Messy and shining,
Black shirt, pants and shoes,
So poetic,
Just as her talk,
Always deep,
She never left you,
When she talked to you,
You got thinking,
You felt something,
And for days,
It wouldn't let you go,
She looked as art,
I could never,
Understand her,
I know I never will,
But I do feel her,
Oh how I feel for her...

She's like art, I could never understand her, but she made me feel.
Oh how I felt for her...














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