Pambukyan

She was strength Because she knew how to be weak She knew when to cry And paint mascara down her face She was spring after winter And the winters following spring She was the calm before the storm And the storm itself She was fiercely independent But Hell She would’ve given just about anything to be by your side She was pretty But she was crooked She was naturally contagious And she was smart She was everything And you gave her nothing She was something different And that scared you She was strength Because she knew when to be weak She knew that in order to light a new path She must burn some old bridges She was so indecisive That you gave her no options Ignited into smoke; turned to dust but she remained untouched She was fiercely independent And Hell Did she look good standing alone.