Counter-Psychology.

Now Playing: All The Way / 4U - Poets Of The Fall.

This is an old poetry piece I wrote awhile ago. Just dug it up and thought I’d post it. I have a few others lying around too that I may post in the future. Hope you all like it.

…Who is she?

A woman, of grace
Says I.
I see her, and since the days began,
I adored her.
Her eyes bright, her smile worth the world,
Yet she did not see it?

A woman, of kindness
Says I.
I converse with her, and since the days began,
I enjoyed her.
Her laugh cute, her voice worth the stars,
Yet she again, did not see it?

A woman, of beauty
Says I.
I touch her, and since the days began,
I liked her.
A different form of like, so to speak,
Enjoyment far beyond belief,
At least in this world.

A woman, of mystery
Says I.
I find her, when she hides,
And since the time began, where we shared our stories,
We revered each other.
I hope to never lose this woman. But alas, these things happen.

A woman, of weakness
Says I.
People have tortured her pure soul,
Her pain not made for this world.
Why is this so?
I may try to protect her, but it is to my own undoing.
What have I done? I tried so hard.
Yet she did not believe in me?

Still walking, with my head high, and memories with me.

AKS.