The girl who wished to be loved
Her eyes brown and glint
Showing the past, present and future
Long curls like mother earths grass
Each strand unrefined, yet brazen
Long pull of her cigarette
Exhaling yesteryears
The future was an escape, lingering in dreams that only
she can perceive.
A time capsule broken
Expired memories
Fingers running along each corner of her page that was once touched
That heart shaped face, damp...
But a soul would have no rainbow if the eyes had no tears.