as beautiful as a crystal,
she stood.
so delicate yet so strong,
she was.
strutting into his life
as if nothing would be ruined.
as sharp as a crystal,
was her tone.
wanting no more
than to destroy others.
to him
she was a work of art.
as transparent as a crystal,
she was.
she showed no feelings
nor any sense of care.
she walked into his life and
trampled everything dear to the boy.
soon, her motives were crystal clear;
to destroy and be destroyed.
she was a time-bomb
on the verge of exploding.
behind this beautiful facade
stood a very, very small girl.
a girl who never loved him
because she was glass.
crystal; h.k
