Jul 13, 2017
Sometimes ago...
Sometimes ago, I thought she was crazy.
She had that look of negativity that was unrivalled. She had pride that was undoubtedly stubborned. She had ill-temper that subordinated her loved ones, She had esteem as low as a never-ending well.
Her horns grew and grew larger, And her wings however got scattered. Her logic was buried by her volatile emotions, And her emotions ran over the hearts of those closed ones.
Tears hidden, shown or resisted, All she wanted was a hand for support, A shoulder to lean, and a kiss to be ensured.
Funny thing, once she was told, Where peace lives, lies weakness and vulnerability;
To be continued.