She's a star-crossed kind of girl.
Her idea of beautiful is temporarity,
strong is scarred,
life is tragedy.
She paints in all shades of purple,
of red tulips and blue bruises.
She walks in constant autumn,
with heart on her sleeve and eyes all starry.
Rather than beautiful she shines,
the way cracked diamond reflects lights,
wildfire burns,
and moon beams.
For beauty can be admired by any,
but can only be appreciated by some.
—g.s.
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Dreaming Out Loud
PoesíaJust a little big dreamer chanting miracles. I go by glendasogo in Instagram. Cheers.
