Oh Sweet Lass, Where Art Thou?

Her waist was tapered and she had a burnished complexion. A pair of arched eyebrows looked down on sweeping eyelashes. It was a pleasure to see her flowing, moon shadow-black hair. Her delicate ears framed a button nose. A set of dazzling, angel-white teeth gleamed as she blew gently on her carmine-red fingernails.

Her eyes were chocolate brown with tones of amber in them that seemed to dance in the sunlight. At sunset, they’d have golden flecks in them that would fade as night settled in. They had a certain tinge of sadness in them that was apparent when she looked away, but they were beautiful nonetheless. These eyes were lovely and strong, the kind of eyes you’d see in an angel. They had the power to captivate people with attention. They held warmth and knowledge in them, but secrets as well. They sparked a curiosity to get to know / unlock her secrets and take away the sadness from those stunningly mesmerizing eyes.

Had she smiled, the world would sigh with contentment. Had she laughed, the world would laugh with her. And had she wept, the whole world would want to comfort her. She had a bouncy personality and a sugary voice, which people adored. She always wears black but she has the most colorful mind.

But then, something happened. She laid her heart and soul right in his hands and he stole her every dream and crushed her plans. She couldn’t breathe, Her vision is clouding. The monster stares at her with their cold-blooded eyes and cover her mouth, not a flinch of guilt passes those cold grey eyes. The world seems in hyperdrive as adrenaline pulsates through her veins with loud booms, every sound is magnified to a countless number.

Now she sits in the dark, dreaming of a marble sun and its strictness. This is to tell you that she’s not coming back. And if she does, you won’t figure her out because she will put herself together differently. Despite of her laughters, she has secret sorrows which the world knows not. People noticed the changed with her.

Often times the world called her cold when she’s only scared. She tried to breathe and be optimistic. But still what she mastered by day still lapses in the night.







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