...That girl...

She never speaks,
She never tells
She always seeks,
She always thinks.

Her mind is kept busy
by every little thing.
Her fears’ ve become crazy,
What life will bring.

She is so lonely
Though her many friends.
Inside her only,
Knows that she pretends.

Her sense of humor,
Her fake smiling eyes,
Are just like rumors;
Sound true, aren’t but lies.

With her logical opinion
And her concept of life,
She can help anyone,
Except helping herself.

Her tears are held,
Her pain is kept inside.
Her secrets are never told,
Unreachable what’s in her mind.

She is so simple, so lovely,
A person who you’ll like to know.
She has the greatest mistery
Which gives her eyes their glow.

The perfect one to meet,
The hardest to understand.
She is wild; so sweet,
But hard to keep in hand.

She is a symbol of confusion,
A strange unexplained sadness.
You’ll never get a conclusion,
Of her wize madness.