One day when her hair is no longer tangled in the wind, you will know that you never succeed in stealing her innocence.
She was an earth angel
The rarest and purest of forms
Her tears dropped holy water
And her smile cast a spell of grace.
Why does she have to be put together
Why can't she be broken and cover her scars in rhinestones
I take these tiny crystals and I tie them up with thread
I sew them in my scars before I go to bed.
𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒅
𝒀𝒆𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄
𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒚
𝑻𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕
𝑰𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚
𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆.
The darkness lived in her
She wore it like her Sunday best
For darling was there any other way.
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Debut poetry Book Published 2021.
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Trena Pearl
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