(Not exactly sure how this came about. I just wrote. Hoping to express everything in only a few words. Enjoy.)
She was the child of death.
The one which possessed the questions.
And with answers she would be blessed.
She was the one who knew all pain.
Through it beauty would be gained.
A beauty beyond compare.
And all she had to do was be there.
Her heart was meant to break.
Over and over again.
The one who had no one.
Would end up being the greatest friend.
The one who stood strong.
When all others fell.
She would be the one to be glorified.
When the rest were condemned to hell.
But first she had to die.
Through the agony and the lies.
She fought for those despite the fall.
And gave everything herself. Her all.
She watched as everyone she loved left her behind.
She was the only one left in her story.
In her mind.
But now, shes the wisest woman I know.
She cradles me through the sting and the woe.
She gladly gives herself away.
And from her path she never strays.
Yes, she may be the angel of death.
But through beauty, intellegence, love, and kindness.
She will always be blessed.
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Poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I have written over the years. Some of them were inspired by music, life events, sudden thoughts, etc. Overall, any other story I write will not tell you about me as much as my poems will. They are my life story, my bio...
