She made a plate of her dreams
and tasted every bit of them
to decide that they were too precious to get shattered.
She didn't hide her starry tears behind a mask of fake smiles;
She was holding onto a tiny
string of hope; that was too
fragile to be tugged at.
She wanted to pour out emotions
from her silenced grief
but, she chose to smile a little brighter everyday.
She scribbled her heart out in cursive letters
and made sure she had enough ink in her pen
for a fairy-tale ending.