She doesn't care.
Doesn't care about the laws,
Doesn't care about what people think of her,
Doesn't care about the ugly comments and the judging stares.
For she is comfortable with who she is.
She's always smiling.
But in here eyes, there's something burning,
Anything,
Hope, lust, sadness, loss.
Something is burning in her soul and she can't clear the smoke up,
And she doesn't believe in happiness,
But she is still living.
She's got that flame in her eyes that makes the boys go crazy for her,
She's got that mystery in her smile that makes us wonder where she's been,
She's got that laughter that shakes the earth.
But when she cries,
The angels weep for her.
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My loved ones; a journey.
Puisi“Perhaps one did not want to be loved, as much as to be understood” George Orwell.
