Messed up beauty…

Embracing her deceased feelings
She watched the sun go down
With every descend,
Sky would lit up
With shades of yellow and brown
She felt part of her, cracking
Like someone stepped over a dry leaf
Betraying herself, inch by inch
They say
Beauty of a rose is,
It has thorns to protect its rosy petals
What if? Those petals were covered with thorns all over
Would it be beautiful then?
She was that kind of beauty
Covered with spikes all over her spine
Battling it out every day without a whine
Waiting for someone equally wrecked
Someone hollow from within
Messed up like she was
Ready to go through pain of loving her
But
Out of all the misery, she still hoped
To be loved
For she knew,
It was the only thing that could set her free

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