Her body is made of glee,
her smile shines every so brightly,
eyes lit up, stars are envious and heartache all become previous,
Fingertips powered by joy
Continuously tapping on a hot cup of soy.
Sunlight peering through the window beside her,
contently waiting, time is a blur.
Hours go by,
She is ready to cry.
Let the sun settle,
She now turns to metal.
She stands up,
Eyes of stone and a steely smile.
She leaves.
She was a fool.
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Afternoon Thoughts
PoesíaHer head felt light in that moment, She felt as if was drunk on starlight, Her bare toes grazing dewy grass, Breathing in the sweet scent that was finally her.
