She is a Paradox

Her mind is a painted sunrise

With complex shades of ice and fire,

Surrounded by shadows as night dies,

Screaming whispers as it retires.

~

A beautiful mess of tangled thoughts,

Abstract scenes just like the sky;

Tossing and turning through the lots

Of every when and how and why.

~

Haunted by ghosts that never go away,

Feared by the unknown from the other side;

Disturbed by the truth of today,

Doomed by the lies in the wild.

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