I painted a picture

I painted a picture
Of a strong woman
Her eyes were fierce
At the same time... cold
The depths of her stare
Is something you cannot bear
You'd be slashed with swords
If you nter and as you fall
But... those swords
They were covered in blood
Before you could even come in
The swords that pierced through her heart
And was supposed to come out as tears
That was always kept and held back
That had caused her more grief.