c h a o s

'Is it not a pity, how the saddest people smile the brightest?
How we are so easily fooled by the cure of their lips?
Are we that foolish and unobservant as to not notice?'

Just a collection of short poems,
Written with no aim.
Embrace it with all your heart,
Or leave it shunned and scarred.

'She is a mess of gorgeous chaos,
And you can see it in her eyes.'