The Girl

Her voice greeted me like a sledgehammer,
Her touch was whiter than Siberia;
Her kiss-- what about her kiss:
If she gave me one, no scars exist.
She tried to tell me a secret so deep,
Her ocean words were only a puddle;
She tried to hold me close to her
But the thorns kept us only friends.
She gave to me a jewel from the Nile,
I saw it was a stone from the Hudson;
She purchased for me a friendship ring,
I saw it was only wishful thinking.
She cried tears of sharp glass shards,
I dared not offer her my shoulder;
She cried until she was submerged,
Holding her breath until I apologized.
She felt life was for the living,
That's why she decided to die;
She felt she finally was winning:
I wasn't one to change her mind.