Have we met?

Maybe yes, maybe no

But in your head

There must be an image of me.

Either real, sketchy, vague or an imagination

To some a rare gem

To others is a beautiful devil

And to you...

maybe just a facebook friend.




Maybe it’s the smiling girl

In my profile picture,

Who got your attention...

Or maybe it was that awkward update

That got you thinking.

Or maybe it’s the color of her eyes,

Or is it the long slender legs

In that party dress as she walks across the street?

Mhhh... Just maybe








You must be wondering

Why am writing all this

I would love to answer you

But I really don’t know

What my last line will be like.

So, will keep writing...





Do you ever wonder why this girl isn’t constant?

Today she is in love

Tomorrow her man is a pain on her neck,

One minute she is your friend

The other minute you are a stranger

I think i know why...

She is like you, she is human!



She may not live long enough

To defend all her flaws

Or brag about her perfections

But I can tell you a few things about her...

Some she isn’t proud of

But others she wouldn’t change

Just to please a crowd


She has a beautiful heart

To complement her warm smile

But she has a temper too

Which beats that of a betrayed woman

She is opinionated

But still a good listener.

But an insensitive word...

Hurts her like a sharp sword.





So, if you haven’t met her,

Now you know something about her

Do I need write more?

Oh yes, tomorrow i will write, and the day after

Maybe about you, or about my shoe or the trees

Everyday I will write.







C@P2013   September 4, 2013 at 8:53pm