She was the kind of girl
You would describe as a masterpiece
Starting with her hair
That fell perfectly on her shoulders
Never messy
But never tamed
Then you would move to her lips
Her lips always curled in that pink smile
Always captivating
But never as much as her eyes
A pastel mixture composed of
Two parts envy
And one part sadness
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PoetryMy mind is like a poisoned apple. From a simple glance, everything seems fine. But once you taste it, it becomes a whole different story. . . . Highest Ranking: [#66 in Poetry]
