She was quiet. Wide, wild blue eyes, porcelain-like face, silky brown hair. But she never smiled.
Why?
Because she didn't think she deserved to. She contemplated life, and saw that only the winners grinned.
She never felt worthy enough to be called a winner.
But she was. She adorned her surroundings by her mere presence.
That was a unique power she had. She made other people smile.
But she never noticed that, the most important part of her life. She was like the calming gliding water of a pool. Beautiful, picturesque but fragile.
Everybody told her that she needed to smile more. She listened, but never spoke a word. She did not want to talk back to somebody. Nevertheless, she never believed anyone.
But she should've.
Her power was priceless, and she needed to understand that. Soon, she would, hopefully.
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My Rants
PoésieThis book. Rants turned into poems. My thoughts, my insecurities, my stories. Vomits of words when I am too full of thoughts to keep it in. Might be relatable and merely interesting, that's for you to find out. Might be depressing (most probably...
