She was made of the world's beauties,
The world sculpted from herself,
The sky as blue as her eyes,
That swam with undiscovered wealth.
The sun reflected what the world saw,
Her mind was a storm about to collapse,
But the delicacy of her beauty,
Didn't seem like it would ever crack.
So the people didn't forsee,
The tragedy that would take place,
When they took her beauty for granted,
And covered her with waste.
Her eyes were no longer bright,
They would never again be new,
So shades of brown began to replace,
Her once baby blue.
So they bottled up her beauty,
They made the world turn plaid.
And didn't know their perfect world,
Was something they already had.
