Week One - ATCcool

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"Who she is?"

A bird she was with her wings broken,
With words left behind not spoken,
A crumbled piece of waste paper,
A wall decorated with black wallpaper.

A girl she was, not a pearl but a burden,
Screams left her silence uncertain,
Like a flower born to be wilted,
From the hungry world that was tilted.

But that was all.....?

She was a bird with her wings broken,
But she sang for you heartbroken,
She was a crumbled waste paper,
Ruined for you she was much greater.

A girl she was, someone to stay beside,
Because of you but each day she died,
A flower only for you to smell,
She was someone got up in your spell.

That was what she was.....!

But not again you'll find the nightingale,
By your branch, singing for her male,
Not the same crumbled paper,
For this life has made her a keen writer.

She is now the brightest star in the sky,
A cocoon she was; now a butterfly,
You cannot define her anymore,
She will shine brighter forevermore.

And that is who she is!

- awesomeATC, ATCcool

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