She was a mystery.
Her actions differ from what she said. Her wants never reflected her needs. Her thoughts were miles away from what she was. Her true self did never come out but She seemed a nice person. Knowing her made me realize, She was not what she seemed to be. She was a mystery She herself could not understand. She was a puzzle Of which pieces were lost. She does not what she says. She says not what she wants. She wants not what she needs. She needs not what she desires. She desires not what she gets. She was a mystery too hard on herself And a lot too hard to understand. The more I tried to solve the more I was tangled. The more I wanted to know The least she wanted to tell. I would solve her and reach her Enlighten her with her own self. She needs to know, Mysteries are always fascinating and I was drawn to that fascination.