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She is a sketch, never looked nice
Incomplete, a loner.
She never glow like a princess
Always at the back raw
Never expected to rise and shine
She is just a sketch

She can't smile, laugh
Lest she spoils a wonderland of
the princesses
Soul silent
A soul silent because she is not
"one of a kind"
She feels uncomfortable amongst souls
She feels like a black sheep.
Isolating herself from others is
what she prefers
She can see by the look in their eyes,
They are not free around her. Its not fair
But happy if they are happy.

Her soul is loving and caring
She can see from a distant a broken soul.
Oh! How she wish she was a butterfly,
Fly over a broken soul 
Whispering words of mending
But she is just a sketch!

Mouth silenced by the hand of low self esteem,
Mind talking like floods
Eyes speaking like a queen
Oh! How I wish her mouth could be just her mind,
Puking words from her mind
I guess only her tears can do the talking.
Her mind is so talkative
But why mouth silent? Its unfair,
Oh!! Background!.

She is just a sketch and a sketch never glows
When taking more than just a passing glance,
It makes you feel something
So uncanny irresistible.
Only the feeling can say "its beautiful".
A tale beyond a sketch!.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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