Poem:
She's the kind of person
You can't let go and grab again,
She's learned her lesson
Her fist's a clamp of iron.
If she grabs your hand,
You better hold tight,
'Cause she runs fast
And she doesn't wait.
You're still
Trying
To figure out
What's going on.
She's explaining,
But she's impatient,
And you're two steps
Behind.
Hold tight,
Or she'll yank free,
And you'll be staring
At her iron fist,
Helplessly.
Your handcuffs
Are her jewelry,
Your jail cell
Is her reprieve.
Her face;
Expressionless
Her eyes;
Pleading.
She's the one
Who grabbed your hand.
Stood by your side
And stood still
when you walked by.
(Without a glance.)
Now, you're back again
You have no friend,
You watch her hand
As it makes a fist,
And pushes you
(gently)
Away.
Her face is still expressionless;
Her eyes as cold as ice.