She loved poetry,
and Music was her passion.
She lived in Daydreams,
and dreams of hopes.
She believed in Love,
Yet she hated it so much.
She passed the day, everyday,
With an intention to live each day.
'Every moment is a beautiful moment',
And so she wished to find it
Even in Death.
She had a purpose in life,
In order to spread light.
Lived in a shell of pride,
and hid from the whole wide world.
Loneliness was close to her,
But darkness hovered around her.
She hated to love,but Love always loved her.
She was cold to everyone, but warmth always reached her.
She thinks she's imperfect
Yet her soul knows she's perfect,
Just the way she is.
YOU ARE READING
Hidden Spaces
PoetryLife is a canvas.. And I write my poems To give color and beauty To ones without paint, To you who needs The color of love.
