One fine day and
one right moment,
That some point
when all this is written,
a rhyme of few
words, a small sneak,
The tale of a
girl, called Rapunzel!
Its hard to tell
what she is,
She’s a closed
flower,
A burning rage
of an artist,
A little girl
trapped in this world.
She’ll steal
your eye, that corner look,
As she walks in
her own might.
Never will she
drop you with the least,
Of her
attention, always ahead, that lioness.
Being one of the
crowds has never,
ever been her
way, yet she does,
Long to have
been belonged.
But hyenas, a
lioness won’t stand with you!
She can smack
truth on your face,
And with a
gentle smile, lovely,
She can hurt
your core, truly deep.
You’ll love the
way she does it!
But what she
hides within will rarely,
you discover;
that core, hardly understand.
She’s an
inspiration, if you can look deep,
Those eyes, they
haunt you in sleep!
Close yet very
far, you live from everyone,
that little
devil is called an angel by some!
A proud daddy’s
girl and a sister’s gem,
I’m blessed to
have you as my friend!
For words shall
never be able to express,
Completely the
emotion, they sometimes hurt,
The silence that
goes between those breaths,
The world around
it constrains.
