Quiet girl with soft spoken eyes
Never talking above that of a whisper
Her words barely audible in a gentle way
Seemingly such a sweet and naive thing
However something hides underneith
Like poison ivy inside a rose covered bush
Visibility of its dark leaves almost impossible
And yet, it makes one wonder who she is
Her mannerisms may be completely fake
Her child-like softness unreal, make believe
But when you look into her those eyes
All you see in them is silence, and its scary
She is unreadable and unknowable
To write her character in words is impossible
Because all you see is the rose bush
The quiet girl with soft spoken eyes
And the poison ivy beneith is hidden
Such as a secret is tucked away in silence.