Scars
Beneath those hurtful scars,
Is a person who is beautiful above,
The pain that she has suffered from the core,
Was made into a red flower with thorns,
You may say that this is never true,
But do you know what she's been through?
A circus all day long,
A masquerade party to cover her yearn,
A look of a fragile glass,
A move too graceful for a waltz dance,
Was a shining diamond in a glance,
A heart filled with too much hatred for romance in the city of France,
She is a woman.
A woman who did not ran.
Away from her fan,
A fan that showed her true colors,
That will never falter,
This is who she is,
And not who she was,
She will fight until the end of life's fuzz.
-PjS
2018-10-11 16:44:10
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