Only Of Her #2 Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

Everything she seemed to be
she actually was. She wasn't
a waste of words like it might
seem to you, or at least to me
she wasn't. She had deeper holes
in her heart than me or even you,
places where we were forbidden.
She would find a boy and stay with
it until it meant nothing, even on
paper, and then she would move on like
a gust of wind. But she he didn't chose
the direction, it was a random thing, like rain.