She was beauty
So elegant and confident
Her smile was bright
And her eyes could stop you in your tracks
She was beauty
But she was also chaos
She could snap you in two with a flick of her wrist
She wasn't strong; but her words could kill
They could cut deeper than any knife
But no matter how bitter she was
She was always beauty
And I would've killed to be her beast
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PoetryA series of poems. Some inspirational, others relatable; they all are meant to help me get what I feel out of my head and out into the world.
