That Girl...1 min 6.9K 1 min 6.9K
There lives a girl in the ends of the world,
With war waging in her mind.
Roses with thorns and demons all over,
And, deep and passionate love in her eyes.
All that kept racing through her mind,
Is the pressure she survived to be beautiful all the time.
Everybody thinks she is all happy by looks,
But, only she knows what flows through her.
Tucked herself away in a nook,
Quiet and foreign to the crowd around her.
Was drowning in misery all alone
But, nobody saw her struggle she was in.
Hated the town,
Hated the faces.
Hated wearing the despair crown,
Hated the bewildered thoughts she was tied into laces.
Wears blank look all through time,
But, has a lilac mind just like the evening sky.
Considers herself a free spirit,
Surrendering to where life takes her.
Trying to find happiness, in the kingdom of misfits,
But, not realising the world is on all fire.
“Oh, dear! So beautiful is your soul,
Something about it is deeply old”.
Said I to her picking out words,
And soon found myself eluding into oblivion.