Tichina

Tichina Feb 2018

She had the heart of a warrior
The soul of a goddess
Her skins so soft but scarred  she looked like she wore black lace

Her love made her golden and she glowed like the heavens she battled to be happy from the young age of seven.

She learnt to stop crying as they say it's crocodile tears.
She learnt to stop feeling cause nobody  ever cares .

They say that she's cold but  look what have the done ,they broke they heart of the little one.

Now she's a beast of learning and a terror of success she vows from that day that she will be the best.

Princess of pain they call her, and lady of loss, duchess of distress mistress of misery, she was a walking disaster to who didn't understand her

  She still pressed on the quest to be the one with the s on her chest,the hero to her family the saviour to her friends, example to her enemies and just her very best.

But her heart was still as dark as the galaxy with out the stars and sun she was The Regal Darkness ,The dark chosen one.

Tichina Sep 2017

perfect

Perfect is the definition of what you are
even if you cut there is beauty to your scars
never expecting to fall in love,
you fell into his garden and he planted your heart
when you were in full bloom you were his favorite and he kept you for himself
you were his rose among the thorns and he didn't want you with anyone else
but as all good thing you came to an end
when you started to wither under the hardship of the burning sun
he disregarded you and he found a newer,brighter,better one
but under all the pressure that you had you still are perfect, you never went bad,
it was only then he could see that threw away a real beauty
but your found yourself now and doing good on your own not needing his regretful song and tales of hurt
instead you lifted your head and found your own
knowing that you were perfect,all on your own

— The End —