She made a masterpiece.

The tears beneath her eyes Which nobody ever saw 

Because the beauty of her eyes 

Hides every single flaw.

But there was so much more in her 

Which she can’t show 

The marks of those nights 

When her hand some how became claw


And she carved herself 

As her body was a canvas 

ink was her blood 

And brush was the knife 


But her answer was the smile

At his question, which was 

How do you face life? 

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