She could never understand why everyone beautiful ended up alone.
So she hid her beauty under her floral masks.
She was scared of being alone.
She didn't want to be alone.
The blooms on her face caved and carved into her being.
Their overall vibrancy contained under her elastic skin.
The tears in her eyes pricked her being and resulted in a trembling display of fake emotions.
Her flowery, silvery and almost scarlet eyes were filled with unexpressed emotions.
The tears flowed down her cheeks and landed softly on the external parts of her body.
She felt because she was beautiful.
And she knew that she would end up alone.
It was inevitable.
©Zeneisha Smith °°°°° 2018
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Blossoming Thoughts
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