She lost her words as she rapidly stormed in her thoughts
Her sweet big brown eyes drizzled with loss
Fixed her plumped lips and
Her soft voice roared like a lion in agony.
Her blooming rose which grew on its own
Soft and fragile but she knows
Each petal and catastrophe the wind blows.
Chants of forbidding droplets
Every drop that landed, hard as comets
Hold on to your roots, for the growth that was promised.
Her blooming rose reclaiming its ego
All tender and shy, your wasted beauty that once was sowed
Regrets and shame, with nothing to blame
Keep flying around in hopes to grow.
She wants to hold your hand in hers
The love that was placed internally, shockingly ached
She will teach them to see, all this wasted beauty as she escapes her thoughts
A silent background, with just few remains.