Her mind is unimaginable.
Ungaspable, not understandable.
She lives in the fleeting moments between seconds
Noticing everything.
She is unbound.
Uncut, Untainted.
But what could taint such perfection?
What would try?
She is unwritten.
Though she is scribbled and doodled
Disjointed, Dynamic, everchanging.
Her mind, the purest of humanity
Her soul clinging to morality.
She is not human, she is more.
So much more than the thinking machines who live
mecahanically in the automated age.
She is parchment among paper.
Merlot amongst Lager.
She is surreal but more real than life.
She is every girl, and no girl.
She is in me.
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Inside of Me
PoetryInside of Me is exactly that. IT is a collection of poems that reveal some of the things inside me, inside my mind. These are my thoughts, my idiosyncrasies, my every whim. This is how i look at things, life.
