She
She
She was the gleaming sunlight,
Her sparkly eyes resembled crystal.
Her smile so bright that melts any stone.
Her mellifluous voice mirrored Nightingale's.
With her skin so soft,
That dusky tone with those little freckles above her nose,
She was a rare piece of art.
Art that remained indistinct.
She was enigmatic with hidden darkness.
Her canvas body adorned scariest scars,
That screamed endless pain. .
With a broken heart,
Her shiny eyes bled every night,
Her luscious lips wailed all night.
She resembled the gloomy darkness.
But she found her peace,
When, exhausted of all her lonely battles,
Endless misery,
And hopeless days,
Her lying delicate form seemed in deep slumber.
And she escaped quietly,
She found her peace.
Now, she resembles a crumbled leaf.
With pursed blue lips,
Eyes shut closed,
Her pale beautiful face,
And a beaten soul,
She resembles a crumbled leaf.