She is not like everyone else.
She doesn't care what she looks like
She doesn't care if she's perfect
Because she knows she isn't
She knows she will never fit in
She knows she will always be weird
She is the KING amongst queens
She is the girl who never saw her own beauty
But wished she could gaze upon herself like you glare at her
She will never be '****'
She will never be 'pretty'
She will never be 'girly'
But she will be her
And somehow, 'her' was enough.

Can something really be beautifully  tragic?
Is it possible for a being to be gracefully destructive?
How can a life be insignificantly worthwhile?
Does that mean an existence can be grotesquely appealing?

Could you be more radiantly  pitiful?
You are stunningly heart-rending.
How are you so delicately harrowing?
You are harmlessly treacherous.

All good things come to a end.
You hope for a eternal relationship.
A timeless romance.
But our time is limited.
We only can live temporary.
Time is not everlasting.
You and your loved one will get older as seconds turns to minutes and minutes hours.
The clock is ticking continuously.
Never stopping when you are hurting or want some peace of mind.
Never forget that there is no infinity.
Appreciate this time you have with your loved one cause one day you will turn around and see that he is not there.
Time has got to him.
Engulfed him.
And you are left alone.
And you wonder were all the time went that you thought you had.
Don't let time fool you, into thinking you have eternity.

A
Poem
Is just a
Jumbled mix
Of words, shaped
And shifted according
To the writer's every whim-
Lovely, gray, unexpected, cliche,
Harsh, crisp, ragged, soft, or pointed
As an
Arrowhead