Weird Lady

A poem about the weird lady that I am inside

Once I met a girl,

So strange was she,

She was a complete weirdo,

She was so free,

 

I saw her, soaked to the bone,

Wrapped in the rain’s embrace,

She was not mine, she was her own,

 

I saw her once again,

Crying over her appearance,

Her emotions she said she drained,

Her weirdness was perseverant,

 

She stumbled when she walked,

What a clumsy little lady,

With food she was always stocked,

She was so openly lazy,

 

 

She always wore a smile,

I wondered how she was so happy,

She told me it was fake,

That she always felt crappy,

 

She would just lay in her bed,

Listen to sad music for hours,

From her eyes she slowly bled,

With these tears her cheeks showered,

 

That weird young lady,

The faces she would make,

She would make me laugh daily,

With her you couldn’t take a break,

 

And finally because of her weirdness,

We have some strong connection,

Because of all of her unusualness,

She is my definition of perfection.

Reviews

[Kai Rollins]

That brought me up and down at the same time 0_0 I'm so happy to have read this.

[Patricia Hernandez]

Thank you so much :) I am so glad to have joined this writing community, these things had been written in my leather journal for a while, and I wanted to share them. :) this means so much to me

[Kai Rollins]

The journal :0 the malt sacred of places to a writer. Thanks for showing us your Excalibur. Dear Arthur

[Kai Rollins]

Nottttt that I have any idea what that means buttt. Thanks for showing us all a bit about you

[Katie Alexander]

I agree with the perfect conclusion(: You're poem brings the girl to life.

[Patricia Hernandez]

thank you so much :))

[Shaquana Adams]

I liked this poem mainly because of the conclusion. The way you wrapped the poem up, it's like the last two lines are the bow that makes it just a bit prettier. Thank you for sharing this :)