what am I
meant to name her
her who is me
my name
shall she even
have one
if she takes over
I'm done
she likes not to joke
she is distant
so pretty
long not instant
a ghost you may
never touch
an angle
not able to be judged
a bright head
on her own
and bright eyes
not lonely just alone
she is art
she is a poem
she is a song who's meaning
will never be discovered
YOU ARE READING
Talking heart
PoetryTransferring my thoughts in form of poetry. To understand myself, probably, maybe.
