SHE

I saw her and she’s alone

She screams silently like a lorn

Her teary eyes that is torn

Between her study and the thrown

I think her final destination

Will flow on dictation

Because of her emotion

That does not follow the caution

She seems to be perfect

But for her, she’s been wreck

Because she’s a diamond, she’s always on check

I think if I join her, she‘ll be heck.

I saw her in my poetry

Under on my lucky tree

But I think she wants to flee

Because she’ll think I’m extraordinary.