Unstable Words

By the beauty of her eyes,
A dumb like me became wise. 
By the beauty of her talk,
My static life started to walk. 

She looks really so pure,
Even my deep wounds are cure.
She looks really so angelic,
Even the nature want her to click.

But... 
A beauty with every beauty,
Is like a fake duty...
She dwells alone,
Deeply hurted and swollen.

No more she want anyone to support,
Once she sat with worries she can't afford. 
Waiting for a moment to fly over her peaks, 
Loving deeply someone to cry for weeks. 

Hope is still alive, 
Love is still a feeling she believe. 
She still wants you not to take leave, 
Honest love is still a way we can live.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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