Her heart was the equivalent of a child's youth.

Oh, so happy. At least what they believed.

Her mind was as dull as the grey, night sky.

Trying to concur with the people.

To catch a glimpse of the real reality.

With what they said, it seemed provoking.

Which is true in a sence. 

But, I think life's repetitive verity could just so heal history's bruises. 

Just maybe.