she thinks so beautifully
the darkness consumes her mind but she remains the light in the room
she doesn't cry tears
she's envied for this
she thinks quickly
a rush of memories
you cant ever tell if there good or bad
but you can hear her speak through her eyes
shell let you know if its about you or not
her lips are too pretty to slip out ugly words
too pretty to be slapped across the mouth, when she triggers one with hurtful words
the truth hurts
n that is exactly why
she only speaks with her eyes
her eyelashes fall and rise with every new thought that comes up
the true definition of thinking before speaking
she doesn't need to prove anything
you and her both know you are not the same
no such thing as thinking out loud
thinking silently
her hair falls perfectly with patience and thoughts bleeding through every strand
her eyes may be heavy,
sometimes light
but whatever she is thinking is seeping deeply in every crease of her body
she is molded from her own emotions and overthinking
she is not sane but she is not insane
she's beautifully crafted in joy and in pain