She
She used to like reds and sticks
But they said it'll make her sick
She used to get by with a smile
But she was too damned for a while.
Soaking in expectation
Grasping for devotion
Still she walks through the clouds
But with her mind's too loud.
She used to like black and metal
But it connotes so something lethal
She used to be so damn free
But everything went on a downfall spree.
Her soul wasn't made of rainbows and butterflies
Her mind is not all pink and paradise
Because she's the one great darkness
A supposed queen in black and boldness.
But queens are to be judge in everything
She live like what everyone's been talking
Pity! She could've been the rose without thorns
Now she's just drowning in all those broken sworns.
-sdjm
2:44 p.m.
30Aug2017
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Love, Life and Insanity (Hiatus)
PoesíaJust a collection of my random thoughts in poetry form. #61 in Poetry as of August 18, 2017. The highest rank so far.
