You were Her
Her fingers and spark
was such finesse
No one really knew
how to love it/
People tried to hold her
but every time
flinched from such forsaken pain/
Some said she was so
sickening of such passion/
She was chaos and beauty
Intertwined/
A tornado of rose pedals that sprawled
in a enamored intimacy/
A torn flag constantly waving in the wind/
She was terrifying, strange
Yet beautiful beyond control/
No one knew what to do with her/
Because she was odd/
Oddly intriguing/
By such design that was left
on her skin by the tears she wept/
By those eyes that
open memories/
From such emotional woes
and the very scars she has carried
left shelfs over flowing/
She walked leaving mountains in her wake/
Tears that formed oceans/
Laughter that made the sun/
Her anger that left storms crashing/
Everything about her
was terrifying, strange
wonderful, unfathomable/
So delicate and breakable/
Yet she was always covered
in contrast/
Of the good and bad/
She was the world to others
to her the others where the world/
She was a legend/
A story/
Immortal courage/
She was someone/
She was you/
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