Behind Her Joyous Mask
an opinion
She’s different.
She’s broken, still, she smiles.
Her words unspoken,
there is beauty in those lines.
One moment, she’s a happy butterfly,
The next she’s sad.
Sad as those past memories occupy,
But holding on to life so glad,
Neither regret nor want to rectify,
Just accepting things as they are.
She thinks a lot, so hard to justify,
Still spreads glitter as she walks.
To the moon, she talks
Lying supine in her lonely room
To the tune, she moves
When she wants to escape that gloom
The boon, she possesses
To wear a happy face all the time
The pain, she bears
Can only be seen by someone like mine.
He cheated, and she waited
She devoted, he discarded.
Well,
She’s so beautiful,
An Angel in real
With Thoughts so colorful,
The finest zeal
The toughest and the strongest
would be a bless to have her
She’s unique and rear,
Only a fool would have lost her.
I met her, and
Knowing her is a delightful task,
But I’d say,
There’s another universe
Behind Her joyous mask.
