New Poetry

She... 

she has curly hair, a sea of ​​curls 

that she  kills daily 

because she is afraid 

to show the world her madness , her untamed spirit ... 

she have  beautiful eyes, a galaxy of dreams  that show in every reflection and shade ,of their unique nature

Still

she hides them under makeup and tears... 

She have  fleshy lips that carry so many  gentle or murderous messages full of musicality

she holds them closed in a bland smile ,holding a scream in the night 

she's beautiful... she knows, but she'd like it not to be, she'd like instead of hearing superficial praise,

to hear an honest one, how do you feel ? I'm here...