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she's the pacific ocean
wild and restless, an acquired taste indeed
only existing for a few brave souls
who can embrace her fearlessly

her roar is the sweetest to those who find comfort in her
yet corrosive to anything that stands against her
she is a master of creation, her depths giving way to untold beauties
her indelible smile leads most to healing, yet fools to hurt

she is relentless
her delicate façade fools the unwise
fragile on the surface
with skin of china and a heart of gold
yet bones of steel and a mind of stone

she is a fighter
built from battles she's lost and won
she walks with hands empty, wielding no sword
why would she need a weapon when she was born one

her thoughtful quiet is born from schemes
the most frightening creature is a silent smile
worn on the face of a dangerous woman
one who knows her worth

she's in this world, but not entirely of it
an ethereal gaze that observes everything
her footsteps leave no marks behind her
the only evidence she leaves is the impression on other's hearts

love her once
and you'll know why the poets went mad and why the wars were fought

cross her once
and you'll know why the fiercest storms are named after people 

𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐞 - poetryWhere stories live. Discover now