She was beyond beautiful

She walked around like there was nothing wrong.
Walked passed every guy not noticing their staring faces.
Her attitude was big, because she spit the type of fire that never died out.
Her name was, Maria Cristina De La Rosa (of the rose).
Don't let the sweet name fool you just yet, because she will stab you with those little thorns she has as soon as you turn.
She was bad, actually the worst.
She could make anyone fall in love in a second, and leave in half the time.
They called her a heart breaker, but hearts would come out the door completely shattered.
She looked stronger than steel itself, but inside was all rust.
She just needed somebody to see that.
Somebody to trust.