Oh dear,
What do I see?
That silly girl,
That girl is me.
That girl she sings,
So soft and sweet
That girl is nimble,
On her feet.
Her eyes are kind,
Filled with soul and flame,
Giving you thoughts
You'd like to frame.
She has a smile
So cheerful and gay
To bring joy
To what you say.
Oh how strange,
This quiet girl
Her head is high
In this world of whirl
She seems so nice
So versatile
Never caring
To stay a while
This girl you see
Is quite so bright
Not just mind
But also might
Her songs bring life
To the darkest souls
She let's them through
Requiring no tolls
This girl whose me
She is so plain
That doesn't stop
Her crazy brain.
She stands tall
In the fire filled night
Her love shines through
In a beacon of light
She loves to be
Her stubborn self
She keeps it all
On her little white shelf
This girl whose me
Always a friend
Always there
To help you mend
YOU ARE READING
This Girl Whose Me
PoetryThis is a poem I wrote in an English class for a song of myself project. It's simply about me. I hope you enjoy my work!
