The Existence of I, Love And You.

INFATUATED

Her Beauty,
Pure as rivers flow,
Slowly-
She is drowning in her own sorrow.

She has radiance,
Brighter than the stars above.
Darkness.
She feels no love.

She has been hurt many times before,
But no scars to show,
She carries this burden with a smile,
This you will never know.

She inhales the mist again,
So that its toxins could ease her pain.
She just wants to be free,
Her soul yearning for the Galaxy.

She is a storm,
And cannot be tamed.
She is Beauty-
Beautifully Deranged.