She is

a empty

box.



no matter

what people

put into

her she

will never

amount

to much.


she is a

picture on

a page.


that everyone

falls in

love with.


like those

deep sea

fish that

illuminate

in the

depths,


running into

her will

never end

well.


I see her

now and

then I

used to

see her

alot.


and then

she took

the biggest

bite.


and my love

of poetry

here


was never

the same

again.