SHE...

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SHE...

She…….

Creative…it a sight to see

When she lets her mind flow totally free

The sky is her limit…the night is her friend

Like a canvas that has no end

I’ve watched her as she devised her plan

Her eyes are set…her dream is at hand


I’m inspirited …You detest and lecture to me

that future is one big possibility

As happy as that world may seem

It a fantasy… it’s foolish to dream


She’s strong… talking care of herself and others

Nice for someone who didn’t really have there mother

She still walks around like she’s had the best life

Any situations she up for the fight

She know nothing but to succeed

She rarely asks for help cuz she’s rarely in need


I tell you I'm astonished….you disagree …

Then try to explain the reason to me

One day when I fall then I’ll understand

That what happens to a women if not lead by a man


She confident…and don’t know otherwise

To say she’s conceited would just be a lie

She think she look good when she out on the town

And same confidence at home in here gown

It not the people who make her think that more or less

But here inner beauty which she knows she is blessed


I love to look..

You close your eyes

Saying it a trait that you despise

People like that get no where fast

And all beauty soon fades into the past


She’s real…sometimes rude I confess

Bur she says what she feels so you wont have to guess

Her opinions are thick…her idea’s are wide

Her thought are a books….I’m discovering what’s inside


I can say you don’t understand

You can say I’m complicated

We can argue about this… but facts aren’t negated

So we just agree to disagree

You don’t like who I am …she

And I cant help who I love…Me!

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blackfootlady commented on SHE...

03-17-2010

Very simple but descriptive and nice.............Keep writing...........CHURV

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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