The strongest πyet the humblest π
Depression ate her inside,
Sadness show on her face outside.
She tried all the time,yet she failed most of the tome
She was a beauty not by face but by heart,
Every one she met to make the person smile was her art,
Thing's she wanted to do were already sorted in her charted.
Not was her plan from life to depart,
Plan of hers was to achieve things in compart.
Sadness explained by her was on the flow,
Yet the little happiness she had made her face to glow.
She had many things to know,
Which made her grow.
Times when she failed she never felt low,
it was always her point to go by the flow .
Love was something she wanted,
Betrayal was the only thing that haunted
Yet she was strong,
For she never feared being sometimes wrong .
Please do like and comment if you'll like my poem πthank you. .bless you'll π
Depression ate her inside,
Sadness show on her face outside.
She tried all the time,yet she failed most of the tome
She was a beauty not by face but by heart,
Every one she met to make the person smile was her art,
Thing's she wanted to do were already sorted in her charted.
Not was her plan from life to depart,
Plan of hers was to achieve things in compart.
Sadness explained by her was on the flow,
Yet the little happiness she had made her face to glow.
She had many things to know,
Which made her grow.
Times when she failed she never felt low,
it was always her point to go by the flow .
Love was something she wanted,
Betrayal was the only thing that haunted
Yet she was strong,
For she never feared being sometimes wrong .
Please do like and comment if you'll like my poem πthank you. .bless you'll π


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