Bitter and Beautiful
I'm bitter and beautiful, Ria by name,
I challenge my dreams in a dangerous game,
I'm less than a lover yet more than a friend,
A difficult riddle for you till the end.
A poet of April, a daughter of spring,
I'm meant to be happy, I'm happy to sing,
My weapon is beauty, my word is a thorn,
I've changed many parts since the day I was born.
My life gave me wings and I'm learning to fly
To lands of wild orchids and endless July,
My heart has been changing its color and shape,
I'm lost a maze, but I'll find the escape.
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