Who is she?
I wonder at night,
made up of darkness and light.
A secret to hide and a purpose to fight
for.
Who is she?
A siren or queen;
crow or a magpie?
A raging, yet serene
ocean?
Who is she?
I asked once before,
and though my question she chose to ignore
a defense arose I had never seen before.
I guess I learned something.
Who is she?
The girl who likes to kiss -
never to touch.
To both love so little,
and love so much.
Who is she?
My soul seems to ask,
a riddle not written -
never quite sure if the answer is
face or mask.
Who is she?
I guess I'll never know
One thing's for certain -
she comes and she goes.
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 12:12 AM UTC
Who is she?
I wonder at night,
made up of darkness and light.
A secret to hide and a purpose to fight
for.
Who is she?
A siren or queen;
crow or a magpie?
A raging, yet serene
ocean?
Who is she?
I asked once before,
and though my question she chose to ignore
a defense arose I had never seen before.
I guess I learned something.
Who is she?
The girl who likes to kiss -
never to touch.
To both love so little,
and love so much.
Who is she?
My soul seems to ask,
a riddle not written -
never quite sure if the answer is
face or mask.
Who is she?
I guess I'll never know
One thing's for certain -
she comes and she goes.