Her Poetic Journey

Part one: Her Soul

Cruel by nature
Cruel at heart
Cruel to everyone she loves
Her soul as cold
As the ice she holds
In her eyes which bleed
From the bitter planted seed.

Her love akin to hate
For desolation is her fate
Hopeless she lies in the dark
For hope was just a spark
It couldn't cure her grief
Nor leave her lonely soul at peace.

For when all beauty fades away
And the truth shines as bright as day
No one wants her broken soul
For no one in this world
Can make her whole.

-Anna Abigail
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FUN FACT:
I was convinced that I was this horrible person who was pretending to be
good/nice to everybody (maybe I really was hmmm)
But then I realised that I was just an overly dramatic teenager with intense PMS.
(ha ha)