Just don’t kill the magic.
What’s the beauty if this imperfection is
not recognized?
She may not be the most perfect woman they
adore but her charm reflects like the sun kisses every petal at dawn.
Her hands stretch to touch infinity,
Her lips are curled, she is smiling.
Her reason is she herself.
Dependency is what’s vanishing now.
Her smile outshines the others,
Its not because they are not perfect but
she is confident.
Like arms ,branches stretch to protect her.
She is unconquered, nobody holds her as possession.
She is priceless already being crave for,
Wished only in dreams.
Thoughts wont get them anywhere near her,
She is heavenly.
She is a lady,
A daughter,
A sister,
A friend.
They lack control of her,
Scared to confront they sit aback,
She witnesses materialism
But the sparks in her eyes heals it.
She knows what’s it like to have nobody,
Even though they say she has somebody.
Nobody is her spark or ultimatum if that’s
a word.
She wont kill what’s inside her now,
Her magic.
These may be the most imperfect lines
But to her this means her soul a rest,
A haven where she can be transparent.
She laughs it off every time,
And she will do it,
Still now,
Not because she is a lady,
An inferior,
But because the world can lie.
For her?
The truth is herself.
She smiles when she writes,
still.
He lost her,
She won’t tell him.
There is a cloth,
Which is superlative for starters.
This cloth is the barrier for sensitivity.
She needs no healing,
But learning.
No confinement,
But a home.
Someone who treats her well,
For who is she is and not what he has made
her.
They say there are three parts of everyone,
The apparent they for the world,
The belief for them,
And they.
She shows no shades,
Because she stands proud of herself,
Her belief, which enfeebles her to discover
herself despite them.
The
clouds cover the scorching rays now,
She lands to the stand she worked all her
life,
It’s her happy ending.
She needs nobody.
The music enchants nobody but her.
They cant hear it.
She shuts the world down,
Pushes the agony
And forgets the long gone.
