She was lovely-and completely oblivious to that fact. Such a kind soul, although it was often overlooked-due to her being hard headed. But not hard hearted. Rumor has it that if you are alone in a quiet and peaceful room, then you can hear the loud beating of her big, beautiful heart. Her heart was strong, it was held together by stitches and nails, yet it still continued to beat despite the trauma it endured. Every once in awhile, someone would come along and try to fix it, but the damage had already been done. I once told her she had lots of courage to remain as strong as she has, all she did was smile and say, "you're so lovely." What a coincidence, because so was she.
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Babies Born Broken
Poetryliving life through my broken brown eyes eyes perceived through my messy words.