SHE
She speaks like her handwriting,
Cramped and messy,
Each word flowing into the next
Like printed cursive.
She walks like the wind,
Gliding quickly
Stepping in rapid succession
Like leaves across pavement.
She looks like a flower,
Tall and thin,
Captivating attention
Like a proud rose.
And she loves like a storm
Passionate and free
Each moment new
Like the sky after rain.
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Poems
PoetryJust poems that I come up with. Please comment and vote, I'd love to hear opinions.
