She was unique in a way. Her hair that always seemed like string beans could as easily be a lions mane. The golden locks with a touch of brown were like sun spots against her dazzling smile.
Her eyes always seemed to light up when she talked about her passions or ranted for hours. The blues of them sapphire before darkening like the ocean around a sea of black.
She was a gemstone in the rough, not all the way polished but getting there as she figured out her interests and friends.
Those she called friends she shinned so radiantly with them as those she was their sunshine. To those she didnt like however she showed how truly painful the sun could be.
She always seemed so small however, or rather too lean. With a waist the size of a half dollar it looked like she starved herself despite the plethora of snacks that she always carried with her.
She was talented too, a writer of worlds and drawler of civilizations and graveyards, her imagination was the limit.
She is my sunshine on my cloudy days, no matter how much lightning tumbles in the endless spanse of the sky.
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My poems
PoetryThis'll be whenever I think of a good poem or whenever I'm not mentally sound since I don't want to leave them in my brainstorming work.
