14 Nov, 2014 02:38 PM
A broken smile.
Lashed across her freckled face.
Her existence stained.
Her life.blue like tears.
Her end.unknown like death.
Her eyes cold.piercing through everything.
Cautiously.making sure to offend nothing.
And then there are her clothes.
White and red.life and death.
She lies in her grave
Patiently waiting for deaths cape
To hide her from her existence
Stained crimson,now embracing the white
Closing her tired eye
Hoping to never open them.....