She was'nt poetry,she wasn't made of beautiful words that rolled off her tongue
Her smile wasn't as bright as the sun,and her eyes weren't made of the fucking stars..
But she was an upgrade of those things😪.She was raw and she was authentic
She said what was on her mind and her heart.Sure she cried,but she wiped her red puffy eyes, picked up the pieces and handled it.
Because she realized a long time that no one would be there for her every time she got her heart stomped on except her.
She was her own saviour,her own reedemer ...And that my friend, made her more beautiful than any verse could
