Beauty Poem by folawe bello

She is beautiful,
I call her beauty,
She is indeed attractive but in her a devil lives,
She is friendly and loyal but in her she fight a demon,
She is beautiful indeed a beauty.

She is loved and hated,
She is popular and taciturn,
She is inquisitive but trustworthy but in her,
She is hated, she is dying, losing herself,
We can't, i can't but someone call her back,
She is dying.

She is too lived for hatred to take over,
I don't know, I have tried but she chose to die and escape from the devil in her which is herself.