She

Well here I introduce to the world, my "SHE"! 

Sounds odd? No name? Well thats what " She" is, powerfull, strange, unique, and complete. "She" is my strength, someone that held me strong from hitting the ground, sunk in my soul to save me, made a "boo" out of "me". To those wondering "Boo" is not a disapproval or a drug, its me, my name, my identity, a whole of me that I love but I'm losing. 

So here's to "She":

My diaries know about you, 
More than I can say, 
The ink has spoken verses, 
More than I can, ever express! 

Not about beauty, hairs or cliche, 
Just you, your fibres, your essence;
Letters sliping out of eloquence
Words falling---  short, 
Wondering, if lexicographers took a halt!

I fell in love with the way she touched me without using her hands.

How my breathing changes when she's around. 

How kissing her forhead makes me feel worthwhile. 

Till then love to "she"

-Boo