DARK
She was not light.
They say light is beautiful,
She was dark.
In her own, mesmerising way,
And that's what made her beautiful.
You don't see her being sunny,
And carefree and ecstatic.
She'll be moody,
Crazy and sarcastic.
With thoughts ignited by fire in her heart,
And memories flaring in her mind,
She fights everyday to keep it in her.
To bottle up the depression,
And showcase faux confidence.
But it made her beautiful.
You see, she was the dark,
You could find comfort in.
She was the dark night sky,
Dotted with blinding white stars.
She was the dark,
You could fall in love with.
And how could you not,
When you've seen the horrors of light.
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Bruised Melodies
Poetry"A place where jaded souls, Dance to bruised melodies, Is where you'll find me." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The poems in this book can...
