Sweet or sour,
She's a bit of both.
Her sweetness drains by the hour,
Her heart drowned in loathe.

She has a comforting smile,
Hazel eyes that sparkle with life.
Her features change after a while,
Expressions showing she is bathing in constant strife.

She bursts into a river of tears,
Regret clawing its humble way in.
She has nothing to ease her fear,
And "it" begins to win.

She wallowed in sorrow,
"It" weighing her down like a massive boulder.
As she prayed to not wake tomorrow,
"They" tapped upon her shoulder.

Her dull hazels met with theirs,
As "they" gave her the brighest smile.
The stranger's intentions were unclear,
And she knew "they" weren't vile.

Time flickered on by,
Seasons slipped by fast.
Her hopes were high,
And "they" asked her at last.

She was happy now,
And would be eternally.

She was a beautiful mess,
Yanking out her auburn hair in distress.
The agony had her heart aching,
Her frail structure shaking.

She was a beautiful mess,
Wishing she had never confessed.
Sure she was rough around the edges,
But she stayed faithful with her pledges.

She was a beautiful mess,
Telling herself she was worth less.
Her amber eyes were now puffy,
Her tomato red nose completely stuffy.

She was a beautiful mess,
But the truth was she had been confused nonetheless.
She knew she deserved better than him,
And determination surged into her with a whim.

I will gladly welcome you into my territory.
We can laugh and I'll share a good story.

I will greet you warmly as you walk in,
And exchance with you a massive grin.

I will allow you to hunt my prey,
So you won't go away.

I can be the most friendly beast,
But there is more than a feast.

The kind greetings of my grace,
Turn to snarls and growls taking their place.

I will not hesitate to hurt you,
Or cause some trouble to brew.

Taking advatage of me,
Is never smart so let me be.

You have crossed the boundaries,
You have ruined the foundaries.

It doesn't matter if it's you,
I won't let you make it through!

In a world like this,
There is no such thing as bliss.

In a world like this,
There is nothing to miss.

In a word like this,
Happiness is often dismissed.

In a world like this,
I can make a promise.

In a world this,
You can make a promise.

I started off as a small, quiet child.
But let me tell you!
I grew up to be wild.
That is who I am to you.

You tore my heart apart,
'Till it was a pile of scraps.
If you were smart,
You wouldn't have ended up like this, perhaps.

She is a distant soul,
Remaining mute to other beings.
Her heart is a deep, hollow hole,
But it's something no one is seeing.