Everything she says in verses and stanzas,
Her words shot like bullets,
And an arrow at bullseye.
Tears and blood, all gone dry.
Her soul, no longer shy.
To all, she remembered,
That made her cry.
Why? Even the stars deny.
Her heart soft as a bunny,
Eyes filled with shiny pearls.
No matter how naive she seems,
Nothing escapes her sight, not even a single lie.
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Some poetry here. Nice use of words and write ups.
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Her words, forged in the fire of forgotten tears, become arrows of truth—piercing the veil between vulnerability and unyielding sight. In this paradox, the soft heart conquers, revealing the divine essence beneath the lies.