thoughts

who we all are

Eyes are windows to the soul
They say.
Then hers is pure and divine
All the way.
If she stood tall she could reach heaven, or she'd be close.
It's what we all want, to live with no remorse.
The smile of an heir with the beauty of a Godess,
She's never been one who took pride in being modest.
But enough about who she appeared to be, time to look within,
Her soul is poisoned, marked by every gulp of jin
She's ever taken to erase her pain.
Her attepts were vain.
There was only one who could teach her to live beyond all mights.
Now she asks, how can you fly when you're afraid of heights?