The Baddest Poem by Miss Liz

Feather soft skin, weaken the knees with absolute desire…
Full of character and personality as sweet as summer rain….
With a reluctant spirit as free as the autumn leaves
A wave of golden hair brings silence to my thoughts
And an answer to the question of existing brilliance,
Which once filled the infinite sky…

…Such a beautiful disaster…
Through a foggy mist of pain, struggle, and bloodshed,
Her beauty streaks through like a bolt of lightening
in a sky of gloom and stormy weather…
Tears of steel fall from her soft blue eyes, as deep as an ocean
And liquidity my heart to a puddle of helpless compassion

So beautiful to the eye,
Though the scars she bears inside attract me the most...
Rendering me powerless in a web of dark perfection