Just a Poem
She was like a flower in a rare city,
The most exquisite one!
I see her the way she has
Always been in my eyes,
So beautiful and Radiant.
I know, she might not see me
The way i looked at her-but still I adore her.
Her smile is so vibrant to even
Compare it to the lighting of the sun.
She is not like most of the girl I see,
She's hard and tough like an Iron steel.
But when you get to that protective coating-prepare, because you are about to see the most delicate thing there has ever been.
She smiles and laugh like a little child, through, hurt and heartbreak are aching inside.
life is always tough when you think about it too much, right?
So, maybe, we'll remain friends until the end of the day,
One thing though that I would never forget-her eyes, that tells so many lies.
- Truly yours