Liquid saline overflowing
through her bashful sobbing
from the eyes of unseen feelings
every time she's in deep conceiving.
Thoughts of her being unworthy
is like dagger digging in.
Insecurities she concealed,
won't vanish like it's been sealed.
Attractive?
Alluring?
Enticing?
she holds nothing but a grotesque
from the eyes that's full of judgments.
Where do people get the confidence?
Cause even her being aesthetic makes no sense.
Is there fair outside her?
Cause even her lover cannot tell.
Honestly, there's no princess in every corner of her.
There's nothing captivating that someone might care.
But a gallery of self distress and issues that can't be pare.
Considering that she's like the beast in every beauty,
A villain in every story,
A thief that can't steal,
And a person that cannot tell.
But mind you, she's a writer in every masterpieces that can pin and grip your aching pierces.
YOU ARE READING
Her Tears are Poetries
PoetryPain changes someone's out-breathing. Instead of telling, she kept her pain through poetries. She let her tears into words as agonies bled blood in her soul.
