Lost Potential

Your beauty tries not to slip through your dull appearance hair that hides half your features sick, weak, and unmaintained the strength and power you posses appears only when you laugh you're a strong beautiful soul tide down by life's fuckedupness people look at you and wonder that's all you are to many a puzzle with no clues a mystical creature drunken in bleach a bay with no shore You'er are a garden with no rain Nothing, meant to be more