Her hair depicted both love and war
It flowed like blood on cracked lips
Her eyes stole the twinkle of the stars
A black hole, an unforeseen apocalypse
Her lips curved slightly, hinting a smile
They seem poisoned, sick, and pale
Finding her soul will take one awhile
She was the witch in her own fairy tale
Her chords vibrated, her movements enticed
She utters poetry in between her laughs
But her words are mixed with torment and lies
The opposite of her colorful photographs
She knew all hows but not even one why
Of living, of dying, of being lost in between
Her fingers traced the hunter in the night sky
And prayed for the heart of a mannequin
She talked about love, love and nothing else
Within her are galaxies of emotions entwined
Inspired by the immense bliss in loneliness
With love she leaves the world behind
YOU ARE READING
About Her
PoetryPoems are her feelings She wants to keep private But she wants everyone to know
