The Thorns Beneath Her Smile

The Thorns Beneath Her Smile

She wore a grin like crimson lace,

She had a secret stitch on her face.

A gentle sting, with each word,

sweet and piercing as anything.

To hear her speak, they gathered near her,

I had no idea that wolves might dress modestly.

A somber, seductive melody

They never saw the thorns she filed.

She put a bow on her kindness,

And buried hurt where none would know.

Her gaze is divine, her laugh is a bell, However, shadows clung to each line.

She flourished in lies-laden gardens, with red roses as indicators of danger.

They touched her once, and bled a while

Her smile shows the cost of thorns.

She didn't ask to be loved, Just watched them fall, then closed the door.

Designed from something wild, not cruel

A girl of grace, and sorrow styled.

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