She is been watched everyday,
not a single day missed;
She is calm,
She is silent,
Some thought she's dumb, but
only she knew, that
a poet have the tendency to make
herself look like a joke
to others;
Her smile been the answer,
for every question you point,
She is not sensitive nor arrogant;
She never spills like the snake,
so does the speaking;
The writing she held,
it was the tip point of the needle;
Her true feelings
was a mystery,
Is she ever in pain?
maybe a little,
How far has she gone?
Not too farther
from the starting point,
Is she strong or pretending like one?
You may never know,
When you comes to think of it,
How far you've gone?
Not even a stone thrown point.
~ivy~
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