She may be beautiful
Yet is so vulnerable
She may be smart as a tack
Yet she never watches over her back
She may be radiant
Yet she withers away
Her motions vibrant
Yet she has her melancholy way
Often she sits and wonders why
Her heart’s happiness she does deny
Wild spirited and serene she wishes to be
Yet she is too bound and rooted to free
Her thoughts all scattered
Her confidence shattered
Her memories all tattered
But none really mattered
She blossoms again and burgeons on
She is the beautiful flower with the poisonous thorn
Spinning yet another web of hope
Yet another tragedy she wishes to cope
Invites trouble like the neighbourhood fairy
Lest her life should become dreary
Fights against her own mind and heart
As she goes back to the start
And still HE managed to move on.
ReplyDeletebecause he was a brave moron.
idiot finally heard his curly haired pal.
the friend who was the most awesome chap.