She is...A Poem by kaylashort poemShe is my stray cat- so sly and unpredictable, able to be friendly one moment, then switch to cold and distant.
She is my dangerous rose, so beautiful, seemingly aching to be touched, only to leave you bleeding and wandering what happened.
If she were a type of shoes she'd be her favorite pair: steel-toed platforms, sensual but violent, dangerous but sexy.
And if she was the weather, she would be here nor there; unpredictable as the eartquakes and volcanoes erupting within forevermore into infinitum. © 2012 kaylaAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorkaylaLos Angeles, CAAboutBecoming active on this site again! Originally started my account as teenager, but am a young woman now with hopefully still just as much to say. I write mostly poetry (but occasionally short stori.. more..Writing
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