- Loss Of Her- [To: The One Who Was Lost For Nothing.]
She was beautiful.
'Was' because her natural belongs to her past
Because it was before the society thought,
'She looks stable, let's mess her up.'
The eyes of sunflower and sunrise
Now are lined in black paint.
Covered in the color which the outfit says.
The nose which turned red with cold
Is now hiding its freckles beneath a cream,
A cream of artificial skin.
The lips which framed her tilted teeth
Now stay stained into shades
Decorate to frame the abnormally, perfect teeth.
The eyebrows whose stray hair intensified her beauty
Now simple stay missing.
If found are forces to be lost.
The ears which were scared to feel the pin
Now are circled with rings and rods.
Everything it hears is rough, it has lost its soft.
The hair I was used to be familiar, in the state of a bun,
Now stay styled to be glued in the place it's meant to be.
It is no longer wild and free.
All her natural has been dying
Behind the shield she wears
To guard herself against the words,
The stares which were, are and will be
Thrown at her
Because she decided to be her.
I miss her of past
Before she was kidnapped by the society.
How I wish I could have been there,
On the scene of the crime.
I would have jumped in before too late
And stopped her before she sacrificed herself.
They were not worth losing her.
They never will be.
-sk
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Spiritualit's just a chronological collection of my works. probably will stay in ongoing status. ... p.s- I would appreciate it if you don't re-post any of my work under any other name but mine. thank you. -------------------- 17.01.2022 ~ #1 in #ballad.
