Beautiful Hot mess
You’re crying and you’re heaving
As pain rips you apart
And I can’t help thinking
Of how you do have a strong heart
Tears are gushing from your eyes
Filled with so much pain and anguish
And all I hear are your cries
So sad- I wish to vanquish
You break down into sorrow
And scream, and rage and cry
But to me you’re still the shadow
Of the girl who risked to fly
And as you tumble into darkness
All I see is your beauty
‘cause you’re a beautiful hot mess-
Even when you crumble to scree.
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