there's glitter in her eyes and gold in her heart. she's a tiger's roar echoing down the hills; beautiful, wrecking and fearless. her smile is sky blue and eyes forest fire red. she's the artist other artists write about. her voice is a contrast of ocean waters and burning coal, and i,
i sense her presence in the yellowed pages of old books
and white fairy lights in the evening. she lights my glass heart on fire and i feel the flames inside my chest growing every time looks back at me and smiles.
