The most beautiful song can be heard from her echoes of mad love, Her happiness was very much pretensive, 'improv'. Her only enemy was her inner conscience, It questioned her entire existence. In her eyes, there- You could've seen planets that aren't even discovered yet, it's a matter of analysis, but yet still what these silly humans saw was only the iris.
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Her personality was untold, Her cries held secrets that no aficionado could unfold. She almost gave up hope, well almost, until one day, a voice in her head said, "you aren't of this world, my dear, your heaven is yet but far, but for now; Just Cope. Cope, for there is where pixie dust is what you inhale and create endless poetry and lustful tales.
Your heaven is one that is true, But you cannot get there unless you be you. For now you'll live as an earthling, maybe one day when your last breath goes, you'll meet the king.
