all the poems i ever wrote..

Loss of her

- 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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