She comes and goes gracefully
I see her often
Wondering who is she
Who is she really?
I want to know
What’s she like deep inside
The real her
That’s hidden from the world
Someday I’ll ask her
All the questions I have
In my mind
Someday I’ll.

Well,you can expect a flood of poetry from me.I take random people as my muse and the best part is they might never know that they were once important and someone wrote a piece of poem based on them(or they might know if I tell them).This is life and it’s beautiful and I’m trying to make it beautiful.

Should I post it? No
F it,press Publish,tada!