Sinthia Hoque
Long raven black hair; enchanting deep brown eyes;
She was a beautiful paradox; sculpted with the finest of things and carved with purity, it’s as if the creator himself had taken his sweet oh so sweet time creating her.
She was enchanting in the rarest of ways; walking with grace while carrying a burden as if she held the weight of the world on her shoulders; she was an old soul, seeing beauty in things most would see darkness;
finding happiness in things most would find grief
She was passionate; her emotions never knew limits whether it be love or hate
She was an open book but yet so mysterious; alluring even, captivating those around her
Though as divine as she was,
her beauty wasn’t her only quality;
You see she was a poetess, wanting to unravel the secrets of the world, having a way with words like no other; she bewitched others with her poetry
Having seen pain and suffering above and beyond her years, she was a troubled soul
Finding inspiration within the mortal world but more often times than not, she found it within herself, becoming her own muse;
Seeing the world in various mediums rather than just black and white,
Her words became her weapon; caressing those she deeply loved all the while bringing wrath upon those who dare cross her path
Though ironic isn’t it; for such an expressive soul, she was often
misunderstood even by those she loved
Permitting her heart that was once filled with so much warmth, becoming ever so cold
But you see the thing is; the pain had a way of bringing out the foremost in an artist, their tears becoming ink on paper, a name to put to their emotions
Though despite this she prayed one day on her quest as a poetess, she will find someone who could melt her
Permitting her to not only write about her sufferings but as well as joy.
