dust untouched

Contradiction

Why was she sorry for who she was?

She was a calm storm, and that very storm is powerful.

Devastation.

She is both the rose and the thorns.

Complication.

She is both the rise and fall of the sun. In both she creates beauty.

Adoration.

Was her tear smiling or was her smile crying?

Desolation.

She was locked but she was the key.

Confusion.

She painted her walls then wanted to tear them down.

Exasperation.

She'll be your safety if you let her become your danger.

Devotion.

Frustration,

Isolation

All at herself.

Melancholic, but euphoric.

She was a contradiction.