Was she desperate?
Like a fragile glass her heart is,
So transparent of what she feels,
She feels like she was...
In a wide landscape of forlorn,
Holding a rose with full of thorns,
Looking for diamonds in the dirt,
Lost in an aesthetic place where she never fits.
She was hurt but she adored him,
She have learned to love the pain,
After all, she has felt pain greater than love in her life.
Blindfolded with rejections and lack of appreciation,
But still she chose to stay.
Was she desperate?
She was.
I really find it hard to think of a title. Thank you @themisunderstood for helping me again!