I saw her with the highest walls,
trying to protect herself from her past loss.
Left all the petals that were nastier
after detaching from her fondness.
Where would you be when your existence is gone,
Never afraid of anybody as the intentions are pure,
her wings were made of all the people that were there in her faults.
She desires to have the affection that’s factual,
Like her utterance of words that can be created by love.