She made pain look beautiful, she found peace among the chaos.
She wore a smile in situations where most would cry.
She held the weight of the world on her shoulders and never complained.
She's the one with the angel eyes, ready to raise hell for those who take her lightly.
She's the flower with thorns that have since made her untouchable.
She's the Queen with worrior in her blood.
R.h sin
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~ R.h Sin ~✒
PoetryInspired by his writings, I thought it would be nice to share them with you.
