a rosey hue;.

day... something

oh
oh hello, she smiles,
you look okay today,
don't you?

she says as she takes a look in the mirror
the mirror on the wall
oh, how much it's seen

but it's okay

it won't bring her down

at least... not right now

she's scratching her puffy eyes,
and oh no, it's not that she cried,
they're always that way when she opens and shutters her eyes in the morning,
waking up it is

she hasn't been able to sleep lately

insomnia..?

oh no, it could be worse, it's not it,

she hasn't slept that much, so she stutters and struggles to wake up,
but her dad,
oh he won't leave her alone

she doesn't want to get tackled down first things in the morning,

so she goes at war with her body,

with her eyes,

opening and closing them thousands of times,

letting her eyelashes mix up with each other,
once a while one of them falls on top of her cheek, her noticing straight away

she laughs,

that's what happens when you got sensitive eyes

she stands at the closet being excited,
picking out the dress that will suit her for today,
the dress, that will suit her mood

she'd want a silky, blue dress to be lying on her body,
she loves to dream about it,
oh she does,

but the red dress suits her more,
it's beige material with red sewing strings going all through it

from top to bottom

and she loves it,

she loves the art flowing right through it,
showing off her ginger, glossy hair,
showing off the red blood vessels streaming in her blood, filled with art

oh it suits her, oh it does

she puts on the pretty belt and swirls around

nice,

she smiles
and says,

this is nice.

as for today she's going to the old part of the town
getting some fresh air
getting some time to think
                        and breathe

she'd love to go and buy herself a caramel macchiato,
the only coffee she does drink,
but she's not sure if the money's worth it

as her book, as well as her sketch-book jumps around in her bag, her legs walking on the broken grounds, her phone in her hands,
seeing her friends smiles sending her photos and messages

i love you's&
hi's

oh, she loves those.
oh, how she loves her friends

how she loves people

oh,

especially the ones that talk to her and text her, even if it's only when they need it

she understands,
she doesn't judge

she just gives her all.

after all, even the, by society-so called,

fake friends,

have made her stay,

stay and breathe

and she,

she wants them to do the same,

she buys the coffee and replies,
lovingly.
giving her all.

ah, she says,

what's with the money, it doesn't matter.

a small dose of happiness will always win her over from the money.

a small dose of happiness,
keeping her going,
keeping her spreading it further;

a small dose of happiness.