Loved, Never-

i was wafting above starlit crimson secrets, releasing perpetual whispers into noisy ears listening not to my kindness... but to the shame i carried from NEVER BEING LOVED and when ease of mind comes without resurrection, i seek only solitude for solitude itself desolation and isolation have become my greatest strengths, they reach heights for each other and in moments of blazing obscurity, i rise like a phoenix a willow weeps with her blades of mourning, chartreuse leaflets of tissues seep regret and i am bound by woe forevermore but there is pulchritude in anguish, beauty in pain- there's something about the charm of spiritual apathy that releases the endorphins to a mind's redemption and i am but a woman, craving to see the beauty in scars, the wounds that cut the deepest are the wounds that mean the most... i may swim in sorrow and drown in remorse, but i find splendor in agony for it grieves with me, and i am left breathless in BEAUTIFUL CHARISMA ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 2.3.19