One word
that the
young lady
desires,
From a night
full of her
cries.
What a
secret thought
to be soon
concede,
Taught from
her inner dragons
with bad
deeds.
She
have been
visible for so
long,
Showing her
unbearable
facade all
along.
How unlucky
to be always
seen,
She
just wanted
to hide
from those
scene.
Her
ugly face
is always
showing,
Her
heart isn't
that
knowing.
Her
thoughts are
all fueled
up,
Her
lips just wanted
a taste of
cup.
Maybe
the vacancy
is the
peace,
To silence
her dragons
and rest
them in
peace.
Maybe
the absence
is her
peace,
Perhaps
disappear,
disappearing
and disappeared
are the
words to
die
in
peace.