13.8/17
She was beautiful.
A soul of a poem she owns.
Her eyes sparkle every time your name slips on her tongue.
Her lips curl up when you walk into the reflection of her ocean eyes.
Stars find home in her voice and so do butterflies in her smile.
When she called; no one answered.
When she cried; no one saw.
When she screamed for help; no one listened.
Her skin was soft; but the bruises weren't left unnoticed.
Her voice was soothing; but every time it would break a peace of my heart would break with it.
Her eyes were full of happiness and hope; and that was left unnoticed.
