Baskadia

She was never fully dressed without her smile.

She came from a big rich town

But lived on the poorest parts.

She reminisced on he past purest times,

And hoped to erase all her gruesome scars.

She roamed the earth with a physique of a goddess.

Everything about her resembled

The true meaning of the word modest.

Voices of skeletons in her closet became the loudest.

Crying herself to sleep everytnight

Was a moment far from her proudest.

Her mind lusted over her endeavours,

But her soul longed for one last shot at those temporary forevers.