This Girl

I once knew a girl

Who was preoccupied

With roses

And stars

And finding a boy

To love her

Like she could never

Love herself.

 

She never thought about anything

But the way waves

Kissed the shoreline

Or the scent of leaves

As they fell

To her feet.

 

I think she was so infatuated

With perfection because

She knew she would never

Be perfect herself.