their bodies were ones made up of bruises and band-aids,
their minds made up of little hope, but big dreams.
their eyes were ones made up of the beauty of a sunset and the midnight sky,
their hearts filled up with purity, and compassion.
their outside didnt match the inside,
but they were the definition of love, of beauty, of soul.
funny how the most beautiful people, can be so tattered and torn.
