The constant restlessness in her eyes
An inevitable aura that radiates anything but hope,
A radiant smile that screams ‘catastrophe‘
She would not fantasize about thornless rose
for she sees beauty that is beyond.
She holds on tight to the thorns like her own sins.
Even in the depths of her despair she fights like a warrior
She clings to her inner demons like that’s all she owns
She is part demon, all soul
There is not a thing more beautiful than the way she embraces it all.
This is the best thing I read today. Beautifully written!
Beautiful Poem!