Feb 22

Beauty

She was beautiful in a different kind of way,

Her beauty was in which one that never had a say,

Her blonde hair was a mess,

But fell in a perfect silhouette nonetheless,

    Her eyes were a magnificent azure,

    Scorching whatever fire her body had to endure,

    Her body flowed like the movement of a sea,

    She was never locked up,

    She had a heart without a key,

    She had a smile,

    As white as a cloud,

    Her head held high amongst the deepening crowd,

    She will always be known for what she's lost,

    But never did that stop her in whatever it may,

    Because she was beautiful in a different kind of way