She is perfection,
Wrapped in an enigma.
With passive aggressive undertones,
Shrouded by brilliance.
She is the dew on morning grass,
So thick and hard headed.
Molasses filled blood stream,
Slowing her heart to a crawl.
She is everything I want,
Hazel eyes filled with tears.
Looking for a way out,
Walking away from the world.
She is,
No longer mine