Beautiful Blue Rose known to stand out yet stands alone. As rain drops glide down her tender petals, from rain drops to formal tears which woefully embraces the ground then settles. She stands of value using her thorns as a shield of protection...surviving hoping no one would congregate and make her the selection to their collection. She holds tight to the fear of rejection and with her exceptions of her own traceable reflection, she still has not yet identified the purpose of her spiritual connection. Understanding who she is, she has attained; but with false impressions of who she must become has the replacement of fearsome so... letting it go she does again. The dark side surrenders itself outside the surface of her insides and shallow hatred from penetration which leaves the body with what she is not satisfied. Though beauty is skin deep, her beauty is of features known as flesh she can not keep. Her soul is made of great sorrows that show truth and emotions, truth to give nothing but exclusive devotions. With roots that have developed in different places and forms, she stands as one but has seen many; she stands as one but has been through plenty. Royal on the outside because she's confident and knows she can stand alone and blue on the inside because she is a mystery, so rare with a complex personality that does not allow easy interpretation so she seeks to attain thee impossible things God has deliberately created. Although she is self inflicted with situations that have been opinionated with physical abuse and verbal words that fly by like bullets......she continues to try, and she continues to strive even when her soul crys; and she continues to be that BEAUTIFUL BLUE ROSE who continued & survived! Lady Nya the Queen 👑
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Ezell-Dazh says: Love this healing vibe of gifted authorship ✌👑 |
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Poetic08' says: Keep pushing Queen Nya |
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after vision says: my poet, I love how your words took root in my poet heart here. I see the queen has control of the pen |
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