And just for thought...
She has a whimsical delight about her.
Her is always perfectly painted upon her face
and shine carefully drawn in her eyes.
Her laughter is a comforting melody in the dull air.
She touches her make believe face.
It is there you see her shame
below the paint, drawn in between the lines.
Her delight is tattooed over her scars.
Her perfection, her most brilliant masterpiece.
The sobs that echo throughout her bones are hers to carry.
The smile has left wrinkles upon her skin.
There is nothing but the memory of light behind her eyes
but you will never
and there lies her secret.
Her imperfections sleep soundly
below the paint, in between the lines.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.