Her eyes are like the stars.
Her hair is like pure silk.
She smells of cool, ocean breezes.
Her voice is as smooth as milk.
She laughs and runs through the lilac field,
Never caring why,
Oh what a waste of a sweet, sweet face.
It's too bad she had to die.
YOU ARE READING
A Smile Full Of Broken Glass
PoetryPoetry from my innermost thoughts and mind. Remember to look for the deeper meaning in everything no matter where, who, what or when it is.
