Her cry is like a melody
Sung softly to the skies
Searching for an answer
Unable to find in herself
Pleading for her worries
To be gently kissed away
Her frown is abstract art
Waiting for a brave soul
To level the rough edges
With undying compassion
And smooth the wrinkles
With hope for tomorrow
Her heart is like a maze
With shattered promises
Crowding each crevice
And devious lies linger
While bleeding venom
Poisoned innocence
She's broken no doubt
Yet shines like no other
Whisper sweet nothings
Gaze as she beams joy
With a smile so genuine
Scripted with splendor
While others cower in fear
She's perfect in weakness
