Hey guys. This is actually a spoken word poem, and it is said somewhere else. I just wanted to write this down and post it ASAP.Thank you for giving this a click. ^.^ I apreciate it. :) So here goes:
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She, drowning somewhere, rising sometime,
She wandered and gallivanted on the streets of hollowing darkness.
She knew there was no surity, whether or not she would find merriment,
Her thoughts like honey and the naivety of a newborn child,
Her eyes like droplets of light, picked from the sun.
Her innocence, like no child of God's,
And her bravery, my, must you be wonderstruck at that mighty heart.
She radiated gaiety, and vivacity, and effervesence,
But to unmindful, incognizant friends,
She was a blooming flower in the dimming daylight,
Surrounded by nothing but a bubble of ruth,
She, drowning somewhere, rising sometime,
She who was hurt, hurt by wistful cowards,
Not once did their conscience prick them, they were seething with loathe.
But she bore the unfathomable pain, and Yet. She. Continues,
To unravel the esoteric love and understanding, that she never received.
Her aura, so pure, so fragile, so strong,
She chooses to be compromising and sacrificing at the same time,
Her love is impenetrable, the amount that she distributes,
Assuming it in abundance. Her heart,
Her heart, be like the most precious jewel made from God's teardrop.
Her endearment, accepted by each person,
But none, caring enough to see the empty space in her suffering soul.
She, drowning somewhere, rising sometime,
Was a model to behold, no beauty lying in the eye of the beholder,
But beauty, that was seen, by all.
