Choatic Mess

She was the most complicated thing i'd ever seen, out of the empty lots,
A tangled mess of silky strings
And all i wanted of my life was untie her knots.
And help her fly away from those rings.

Beauty and madness,
She played with, hand in hand
The face of a fairy and seducation of a devil,
Her brain, her mysteriously dark wand

Her tears were like those drops of gold,
Her eyes, like uncut gems
Her soul though to menace she sold,
Her heart broken, down to the very stem.

Her existance was in itself, holy,
Along With an exciting sprinkle of darkness
As though a dash of bitter, added slowly,
On the mixture on this perfect yet, chaotic mess.