The art


written by Shreya at in category Myownpoems with 0 Comments


She was a princess from a far land ,

She did not need a tiara to prove herself

She was artistic in her own way ,

When the crowd surrounded her

One can stare at her like an art,

She was a hurricane of charm and chaos entwined

She did not wait for her prince,

She was in no hurry to find her Knight in shinning armour,

She wanted to become one herself.

Because she wasn't looking for a Knight She was looking for a sword.

 

She liked playing with fire.

Little did she know she had the fire within

Once i asked her if she believed in love

All she said was ; it was her most elaborate method of self harm.

She wasn't just made for anybody.

She deserves something beyond perfection.

She convinced me that there are angels born without wings

Tags:

You don't have any comment yet !


Leave a comment