She plunged into the gallows. The love was dark. 

She felt like telling herself to slow down on the rugged piercings or deep brown eyes.

The tailored suits or the sweet talking lies.

The silent mysterious ones and the great actors.

The unsure cowards and hungry raptors.

All these men summed up her sought for love-filled laughter

She had enough to write a book, put it on shelves and be a bestseller.

She tried and tried not to get attached hereafter.

Tempted by conscience and curious by nature,
she ignored the mistakes and learned from them never.

She tried and tried, she put up with herself being a hater

She looked for eyes that saw her deeper

Through the curves and smile and eyes, through her lips pouting when she sighs

To love her, you should see; not look.
You should speak; not say
you should listen; not hear
you should feel; not touch.

Ponder her thoughts and fill her heart with content.

She’s been shattered and art, mind in self-contempt.

Give her time, be patient to perceive

If she sees something in you she will never leave.