Friday, August 10, 2012

What She Is

She is a circle
who encloses me
unable to breathe.

She is the stars
the ceiling
to my sky.
She is the candle
in the darkest part
of night.
She is the scars
that mark
the sunset.
She is a mystery
to my thoughts
the loneliness
to my society.
She is
to my screams.
She is the seams
on the nakedness
of who I am.
She just simply is
what she is.

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