Heroine

She doesn't dress up, she looks bitter.

She's not in a dress, she could look better.

She doesn't have wings, she can't carry her pain.

She doesn't wear make-up, she looks estranged.

They know that she's their heroine.

She's like a drug, but not an addiction.

She's not a princess, she's not a queen.

But to them, she's everything.

She gets up in the morning, doesn't feel awakened.

Yet she knows she has a lot of saving.

She takes her time, says her prayers.

All of them know, all she does is care.

She cries for them, she would die for them.

She's the heroine, that would fly for them.

She would do everything in her power,

just to protect.

She would give up everything,

and not have anything left.

She's the type of girl that's kind of clumsy.

Can't walk straight but would give you her heart.

She's not perfect or anything, but she'd make you laugh

since she's funny.

They know she's their heroine.

She's like a drug, but not an addiction.

She's not a princess and she's not a queen.

But to them, she's everything.

She's so pure, like crystal clear.

With a heroine around, there is nothing to fear.

She's the type of girl like a heroine.

She's like a drug, but not an addiction.

She would give up her life for you.

She would do anything to sacrifice.

She's the type of girl that would make you think twice.

She's the heroine.

Reviews

[Brittany Zedalis]

Wow, this is a really good poem! :]

[Andrea]

Thanks, Brittany! Glad you enjoyed :)