Her eyes were lustrous, always seeing beauty in things
Her heart was filled with strings
but sometimes those strings tend to break and her heart would always ache
Her smile was pure, never insecure
She accepted who she was
She was contented of the life she has
If ever you see those lips turn into a frown, all she's gonna do is write it all down
She looked utterly happy
But that's not the real story
She was crestfallen and she knew it, but never spoken
She was inspired to become fine again
So she strived to see the light
and she did
She was like a butterfly, as delicate as a night sky
She was never afraid to spread her wings
All she wanted was to do more things
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Love And Danger
PoesíaIt looked like he meant it when he said those three words to me, but I realized that his eyes were not as deep as the sea. #115 in Poetry
