Her smiling heart of porcelain beauty,
Is another answer for you to question.
Her radient outlook, which you admire,
seems so contradicting, to the things around you.
Her Angel like smile of encouraging laughter,
Light up her face, a burning match, starting to incinirate.
Her hair orange and gold twisted round her ivory skin.
Dapled sunlight reflecting in her twilight eyes; Jealousy swallowing Oceans.
If that pumping heart of yours had a face, it would be beaming with a smile.
To light up a room that was in darkness, a gift we all want to posess.
To inspire, drift by effortlessly and create somthing beautiful, wonderful in the eyes of man.
But how foolish it must be at the same time...
Her innocence and lack of hardness from the world
Only to stumble to the floor each time with her saintly tears to crash the landing.
To fall over each time from the laughing crowd, to regain balance and be mocked for her none existant stratergies.
Her weak heart tried to be strong, tried to be cold.
But instead guilt kicked in on every new tide.
Moonlit eyes washed apon the shore, watching the night wakers as they shine just like before.
Writing apon the sand, now erased away by the wave.
Deleted he must stay, a memory not worth to save.
Those grains of sand have been changed, never forgetting its old shape.
Her memories may recoil back to that day, but never will she harden to the bitter thoughts. Move on, smile, like you did before.
