The rings of hatred and necklaces of sadness lay,
The chaotic tide helped it to gazillion deceitful shores,
The storm stayed strong and showed no love,
And life itself was the pirate that stole her crown,
But the box held on the surface, a beauty the sea agreed with,
And together they took a never ending search to the Island of freedom

She wanders,
guided by her lost soul.
She spills arts,
coming from her pure heart;
She writes words no one can understand,
yet she speaks it like it was kept in her mind
for so long, just waiting for someone to find it.
She is a masterpiece of her own,
but she has a heart of stone.