She was a perfectionist,
at perfectly hiding her imperfections...
Her mysterious smile revealed her past.
Mysterious but full of answers,
Just like a past full of sorrows.
She never spoke much unlike her eyes.
Because,
she was a perfectionist,
at hiding the imperfect answer
to her perfection.
She was taught to be Perfect since she was little.
To Hide her imperfections
and keep herself buried in deep.
She was a veteran of deceiving her identity.
Concealing the little girl in herself.
But nevertheless
She was one of her kind,
A smile that could end wars
The eyes of a swan.
She was an alchemist
With the power to turn
Darkness into Light.
Living and hiding with Grace.
Nobody knew her.
She was an enigma.
But one of her kind,
She was a perfectionist,
at perfectly hiding her imperfections...
Her mysterious smile revealed her past.
Which was only known to her &
No soul alive knew.
~ her thoughts~
<anaya >

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When Death, meets Love.
PoetryA tapestry of poems, One may find very relatable. Do give it a read. The cover page has picture of 2 characters, from a series in which the former character stands for death, cruelty , manipulation , paranoia, fear of abandonment. In contrast to th...
