Cliches

I look at the pictures,
and see someone shy.

Who likes moons and stars;
how they light up the sky.

Her life is like a cliche,
all different, but real

She's not like other girls,
and doesn't show how she feels.

She is like a mirror,
river or lake.

When it falls, it comes apart,
and brakes.

She's special and different,
and doesn't like attention.

Although in her big brown eyes
she shows effection.