She seemed like a blank slate from afar,
but you can see the beautiful imperfections when you get close.
Cold like the winter ice,
is it a personality that she chose?
Beautiful like the molten glass,
shining and glistening like a front page model giving a pose.
Trying to talk, to scream out her agony and the pain.
But unable to say a word,
because everything she said was in vain.
Trying to balance the weight of the world on her shoulder,
never have I ever seen someone bolder.
Crying in squeaky sobs as she has been hurt a million times,
but she takes it all without any whines.
Standing there, quiet but fearless at the end of the room,
still all over the place as if she is an intoxicating perfume.
Just like a beautiful picture you’d wanna zoom,
Of a spring flower, ready to bloom.
