She’s the type of girl that gets high off the daisies
She wishes on stars That sometimes burn too bright
Even if she may be burned out
She fights razor blade symphonies
With smiles and empathy
Vines climb up her body
Intertwining
Holding those broken pieces together
She’ll fight wars of fire and blood
And still ask how your day was
Buries all her secrets in her skin
And fights the battles you cannot win
She’s a miracle we have to believe in
She breathes poems and lyrics
Her soliloquies are softer and sweeter than any mothers lullaby
Her beauty is pure artwork
Her body is a temple
She is a goddess
Her words have the power to save your sanity
Inspire others to change humanity
Influence the world to live in amity
All without questioning our own vanity
And advocating for equality
She’s an angel encrypted in reality
Her thoughts blossom into fantasies.
She laces your wounds with threads of hope
Her will is stronger than stone
Even when her mindset becomes cloudy
She has prophecys engraved in her bones
She brings light to the shadows in your mind
And faith to balance the emptiness you may find
In her very essence is a love for existence
Justice is what she thrives for
Admiration is what she deserves
She’s the type of girl that believes in
Magic and miracles
In a world so thoughtless
No one else has the strength to
Eternally chase butterflies and wish upon stars that may burn too bright