Her

I wrote this near the end of my matric year in '07, and it was just an expression of a moment in "her" life at that time...

She covers her realities with masquerades
Only to be flourished by them in raids
Persistent on unreal imperfections
Haunted by counter reflections
In wonder of lifes lessons
While trying to face the other person
Getting tired of walking without a vision
Because everything turns into a failed mission
Feels just like the typical woman
Characterised by weakness and over powered by man
They say her weakness lies in her desire
Her mind confused, messed, about to retire
It all seems like both are putting too much effort
And it makes her wonder is it's worth fighting for and taking forth
Emotions expressed as a rhetorical
As they began to recall
Past events which fueled the relationship
Making lovers from a friendship
Time awaits as the relationship is tested
Though often it feels as though it is wasted
Victims of the great mystery
They wait, live and try to create history


Poetry Princess