She once let the world see her as a glass, fragile, delicate, transparent. She used to pray like God was listening. She used to make her parents proud. Until she was caught between two things: Who she needs to be and who she wants to be.
She was daisies, calm and safe
But she wanted to be a rose, confident and wild.
Into the forest she goes... to lose her mind and find her soul.
"You've change for the worst", they say.
Why should she apologize for being the monster that she is, when nobody apologized for turning her into one?..
She was not born to be soft and scared,
She was born to make the world change
To have it shatter and shake in her fingertips.
It's for you to decide whether she's heaven wrapped in hell
Or hell wrapped in heaven.
You may not believe in magic, but wait till you see her.
Her heart was never this brave, she dances with her Devils, they call her "Queen".
She had been in so many heartbreaks that her own heart learned how to saw. Forgotten flowers in lonely gardens, grow wicked blooms. She is fragile in nature, But that's what made her powerful, she made a fragile thing unbreakable. She wears her strength and darkness equally well. She's half Goddess, and half hell.
//K.P, 07022019
impromptu