Lead Consumption

Shes the unusual girl,
The one who's thoughts seem to swirl,
The whimsical lead she consumes,
Capsulizes her audience in tombs,
Her head is always on some cloud,
And I can't reunite it with her body,
So instead I follow,
And rise up with her.

The lead she consumes,
Traps me with her,
wondering if those are truly her ponderings,
If she could ever wonder,
such a whimsical wonder,
That consumes her lead like me.

Author's Note

Swooshp! Kal scores. This is going to be a collection of short poems. Yay. i am currently writing a short story so school is of course going to clog my schedule. Look for that and feel free to tell me how decent this was. I am NOT a poetry writer in anyway shape or form. Inspiration came in like a wrecking ball and wrecked me.