She smiles so softly,
it's like a ghost.
You can't really see it,
but still you feel like it's there.
And her eyes emit emotion,
but like that of steamer.
The more it lets out,
the more unclear everything becomes.
Her walk is always silent,
in a fashion similar to a cat.
Because there's a constant indecisiveness,
between confidence and concealment.
Her heart is unique however,
it holds no resemblance to anything else.
But sometimes it'll be compared to a distant whisper,
because although you're aware of its existence, you don't know what it is that that it holds.
Jun 2, 2019
Jun 2, 2019 at 6:08 PM UTC
She smiles so softly,
it's like a ghost.
You can't really see it,
but still you feel like it's there.
And her eyes emit emotion,
but like that of steamer.
The more it lets out,
the more unclear everything becomes.
Her walk is always silent,
in a fashion similar to a cat.
Because there's a constant indecisiveness,
between confidence and concealment.
Her heart is unique however,
it holds no resemblance to anything else.
But sometimes it'll be compared to a distant whisper,
because although you're aware of its existence, you don't know what it is that that it holds.
Just a poem about someone who was known but never understood