Another little poem...

Part II- She

She is the opposite
Of what he asked for.

She lacks in style and grace,
Dirty boots, but a pretty face
When she smiles.

She is so different
From what he expected.

She paints red, her bitten nails,
She always falls, and fails
When she tries.

She is not like
All his other friends.

She is too soft and warm,
Tousled hair, but a perfect form
When he looks.

She is the opposite
Of what he asked for.

She is light and space,
Raspberry silk and lace,
If he could see.

She is more obvious
Than he would like.

When she laughs too loud,
Sings off-key in a crowd,
She is.


By Emma