I know of a lady with a lion heart,
She was outrageously so smart,
To all she was a real sweetheart,
Yet so sad that her world tore apart.
She was engrossed in this dysphoria shackles,
She's been that way since she lost her sparkles.
What she feels all day is this lethal pain
that's just smouldering deep in her vein,
Her tears pouring down like heavy rain
Like all she had ever done was in vain.
She's been a typical explanation of tragedy,
Always in unpleasant periods of lethargy.
She sees her world crashing right before her face
remembering memories she wished to erase,
With disturbing origin she cannot seem to trace.
Her elegant beauty suddenly withered away,
Even her dense dark hair had turned gray,
And every new morning, her sorrows replay.
Sorrow had been her gist mate,
She never felt any love but hate,
She is always in this sad state,
She thinks all of this is her fate.
She lived all day in absolute solitude,
yet in her I could sense this fortitude.
Probably okay for a much better mood.
She's strong and brave,so I know she can regain her lost elegance.
©quin_essy
Q