They say she has lost her heart

But really, it has just been broken

over and over

again…

 

Her days are colder than winter

Yet her eyes speaks to deceive

 

Her only Sword remains her very strength

and weakness

 

Her pain is shaped in tears

Yet her anger is solid

 

Nowhere to go

But she didn’t stop running

Away from Reality

Away from the haunting Past

Away from Her Own

 

What is it like to meet her?

Will I be a foe

A friend

No One

 

And. No one can find her heart

And. No one can touch her soul

 

Will you dare love her?

Never dare contradict her

Never dare disappoint her

 

As she can command both

Heaven & Hell

For she refuse to claim any in between

 

She can be Magical or Extreme.

 

—11th Child

1:37pm

02/08/2017

Cerritos, CA