She Poem by Stephan van Pinksteren

She



She talks to me,
She talks to me when nobody else would,
She helped me,
She helped me when nobody else could.

Taking myself in a rift,
I asked myself,
Why the who what,
And the where and the how,

Why did she help me?
What was she thinking?
Who was the one to give me this?
Where did it all start?
How did it turned out this way?

All those questions rip me apart,
Thinking about all this makes me cry.
Not knowing the answers,
Thinking that it's all a lie.

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