What Does It Mean?

Untitled Thought.

Some smile the brightest,

the temptation the lightest.

Some frown the darkest,

but no angel has come to hark this.

She sits alone on a corner square,

the wind crazily messing with her purple hair.

She cries and cries but who's there to listen?

But no one takes the time to sit then.

She cannot hold onto the pain anymore.

This pain like waves beating against the shore.

Wearing her down like it cares no more.

Making her already weak heart sore.

But who's to deem a perfect life a bore?

I mean she has all of this going on around her.

Especially when her exes all call her a whore!

But why doesn't she speak up against this nonsense.

Why, that would only make the situation more tense.

She tries to reconnect though it hurts her to the core.

And as I've said before.

She cannot hold onto the pain anymore.

Some smile with the summer air's heat.

Other's feel winters cold icy sleet.

No angel can save the one fallen from heaven.

Her wings falling to pieces as the devil would beckon.

She walks to the edge of the cliff for her emotions.

Down she goes, full devotion.