• lismar91 11w


    Golden, luscious hair.
    Pretty long eyelashes.
    "Smile more"was she told.
    Agreedable face and maneuvers.
    Went up at sunrise, in bed at sunset..never less.
    Used to melancholic rhymes.
    Used to be the other half.
    Feeling incomplete, obsolete, broken.
    Her wings tangled under her fear.
    "Let the wind touch your face again", someone said.
    She burned her cage and escaped.
    Windows open, the sky as the limit.
    Reborned as a Phoenix, ashes left.