She The One

She hurts,
Then she cries.
But just ’cause she smiles,
You can’t see the depression in her eyes.
The moment she’s quiet,
Is when she’s hating the lies,
That world’s telling her.
She’s down with the sorrows,
Down so much that she borrows,
Little teardrop and it dries,
While sitting on her cheek, she defies,
The world of practicality.
She’s too much into emotions, and devotion to every motion of love she’s holding in her heart.
With a caution, that situation doesn’t feel empty after she’s out alone when everything is settled.
She’s too strong not to absorb the pain as she’s habitual of pain ’cause she has battled,
Never rattled,
Out of the facts crawling,
She stood still and strong to the path to score a home run,
Not afraid of a gun, or being shot,
But that’s not all, she’s not disrupted from what names people are calling,
She’s gonna hit the home run despite the fact that who’s balling.
She’s an Architect,
A creature of creatures,
Whose creations are never gonna be falling.
She hurts,
Then she cries.
But just ’cause she smiles,
You can’t see the depression in her eyes.
The moment she’s quiet,
Is when she’s hating the lies,
That world’s telling her.
She’s a daughter, a friend,
She’s the one with the iron hand.
A close acquaintance,
A natural resistance,
A devoted girlfriend,
A better than the other half,
A silence when the others laugh,
A mob in its own,
A futuristic wife,
And the thread of someone’s life.
She stops to puzzle,
Covering the muzzle,
She glares down to her ambitions,
That long ago she has guzzled.
She laughs alone,
She’s best with her own,
She’s behind all the good,
But rarely she’s known.
She has lost who were her own,
She remained at the base of the cone,
That I’d told, a cone that has a tip that could prick but doesn’t it just stick in anything.
Helpless she feels, feels like her own clone,
She’s seen her alike been chewed up and spit out,
But no panic she has shown.
She hurts,
Then she cries.
But just ’cause she smiles,
You can’t see the depression in her eyes.
The moment she’s quiet,
Is when she’s hating the lies,
That world’s telling her.
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