She

she. She's made up of confusion. Confessions. Tragedies. Lies, hopes and dreams.
She's made up of the wind, that horrid silence through the night. She is the setting sun, the rising moon, the stars that shine so bright. She is the lies behind every broken smile and the half spoken "i'm okay". She is the falli star that never seems to find its way. That one missing piece of a dream that no one ever seems to remember. She is the fallen snow, the chill, those cold stuffy nights on december. She is the lonely walker, the one that no one wants to follow. The heartbreaker. Cold hearted person who is nothing but hollow. She is everything from imagination to the hard truth of reality. She is the only one of which who understands the best deep down inside this mentality. She is the one who fears to fall, who fears to speak the unwritten truth of something far to high. For she is me and i am her, the untamed beast inside.