The Inner Me || Wattys 2017

Just a last cut

That grin never showed a war inside,

A deep sea deeper than any read ends,

A laugh more to hide, some scars she mere felt,

No flaw on the perfect face when covered by hundred rest.

Lonely she shut in her own elegant self,

Those graceful delicate moves she made a sway,

Dancing alone hands flew up in the air,

Something we missed once again, a tear got it's out a way.

Seeing herself caught in every step earn fail,

Blinking a thousand, no reason left to live this threat,

Had to get path to this pinned in heavy chest,

Thought crying the last time, sadly knew what to do next.

Many more cuts were waiting for her lean,

Just a last one deeper this time could mend this undone,

Fainted was view her soul about to retreat,

Just then this maker sent down for her a flawless one.

Her heart crowned for a once its fastest beat,

His love so pure touched her skin and she back alive,

Many years this tale around was often heard,

This time she died too instead with swirl that lay in his eyes.

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