Now, she's not just anyone
In fact she's a special someone
She's that kind of someone
You want to share with no one
She's like this calmness that settles on the ocean
After the waves come crashing down
She's like the purest form of unfiltered water
The prettiest sea to set eyes upon
But she can be lost so easily
She's got the strength of a thousand tides
But even the slightest pollution
causes such damage to her aqueous soul
Though the sea is magnificently great,
She still wants to hide.
Does that make her any less?
She can be lost so easily, I repeat
And I haven't mastered how to
stop the water spilling from my hands
Til all that's left is the bitter truth
That she'll never love you
And all you can do
Is look at the remains,
The bitterness inside you
Left, only the grains
Of leftover salt; **the memory of her.
I don't normally write freestyle poems.
I hope I did this poem justice!