Laughing eyes,
begging to let it all out,
but the dagger's to far gone,
for someone to help her out.
Blood stained hands,
cold and numb veins,
no hand to hold,
while falling into a dark abyss.
She still walks with a head held high,
trying not to show,
what goes in that mind,
that those smiles, those laughs,
hide a thousands secrets inside,
crushed soul barely alive,
but she's beautiful to the world outside.
Cold face behind that beam,
beautiful, what does it really mean?
that poker face with a gleam,
is dark soul with no zeal.
-beautiful, what does it really mean?
zainab
