She ain’t adorned with common elegance and grace.

She is a rare gorgeous chaos, a magical menace.

She ain’t a child, yet she dreams of fairies.

She hides her horcruxes in beautiful reveries.

In places unknown she has buried the pieces of her heart.

She ain’t a human, she is an imperfect art.

She isn’t fake, yes, she is insane.

She isn’t like us, she has fairy dust in her veins.

She ain’t that fearless, to not to be afraid.

But she ain’t that weak, to fear being betrayed.

She doesn’t carry an air of ecstatic aura around.

She is the music of your heart, a very dear twinkling sound.

Her eyes aren’t deep enough to be read by someone.

Her heart is too tender to be played with for fun.

She doesn’t sing songs glorifying her sinister fall.

She owns a mesmerizing, a radiant smile that says it all.

Wherever she goes, she leaves a little sparkle behind.

She ain’t ordinary, she’s got wars in her mind.

Her eyes don’t narrate tales of laughs and happy sighs.

But she doesn’t exaggerate her wounds and unheard cries.

Her fate ain’t wielded by someone, she writes her own destiny.

She is the perfect hue of pure souls soaked in colors of exquisite beauty.

She ain’t somebody to be easily found.

She is a magnificent mess, unreal and profound.

She ain’t adorned with common elegance and grace.

She is a rare gorgeous chaos, a magical menace.

 

-RIDDHIMA

 

via Daily Prompt: Radiant