HER

 Her

~Miss A

“Let me sew these gold chains to your dress”, he offered,
But her beauty, so radiant, made anything else look dull.
Fierce potential, yet such an innocent charm, genshin denote, lavish remorse,
Brown and bubbling with femininity, made ‘em all want to protect the strong.

Fought for love, wishing to dive deep in it like an ocean, felt a pond,
When you’re a woman, everything you wish becomes wild imaginations.
Sigh once, and on your name spins a circle, marked in red, make her bow,
‘Shall I be judged on naive citations of strength that comes from aggression?’

Once she thought her soul was taken away, but broken where she stood, she lived,
And life and soul cannot be separated, so she second guessed it was still there.
Weak, but ignite, and that let her know, that she’s stronger than her rock bottom,
With time her vision cleared of the blur, smile set prominent in her features.

“What is she made of?” “So endearing.” “She isn’t better, yet I find her so interesting.”
So many wished to look at the other side of her eye, it got hard to count the numbers.
Such a sudden sour taste they realize, to find her un-approachable, turning intrigue into hate,
How could such a certain someone be common, unspoken but collectively they decided, material.

For there exist people with treasure warehouses, luxuries one finer than the other,
Fancy fling, come to owner, “I’ve got you a tiara with finest of the stones; would suit you.”
Worth so much, but presentable by all; ‘I guess conversation is harder to find in mental sickness’,
Even if you embroidered her dress in gold, her face would smile more prominent than talk.

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