Lonely stranger in the distance,
She dresses warm to escape the bitter cold,
She walks slowly,
Her eyes are locked to the ground,
Deep in many thoughts,
She is beautifully awkward,
Silence is what surrounds her,
Never talks but listens carefully,
She has suffered through much pain,
But her love makes it all go away,
She is a stranger surrounded by angels,
They watch over her so gently,
Her emotions can get the best of her,
That is why she writes poetry,
She never speaks unless spoken to,
She can remain so still,
Silent, for several hours,
Just thinking to herself,
She inhales the morning air,
As if it will all soon be gone,
As the beautiful scent drifts through her body,
Many memories flow through her head,
She is strong in many ways,
She is weak in all others,
She will never give up hope,
She believes in faith,
She is growing to be very mature,
She listens to her instincts,
She knows what is right and what is wrong,
Her brown hair blows in the wind,
Her dark eyes shine with content,
Her pale skin lights up the darkness,
For the most part she is happy in life,
Although she finds herself very alone,
She is easier to trust than the average,
But, trusting other people is a hard thing for her to do,
She has many irregularities,
But that is what makes her perfect,
She is the mirror of me.