Sun streaked rain droplets
biding their time on the eyes of this train
Soon they'll dry
and be gone for today
But tomorrow will come anew
with sun streaked rain droplets

She piles her hair on top of her head,
a single curl falls,
on her shoulder it rests.

In awe, her sister, with eyes of pale blue,
looks up at the girl,
she wishes she knew.

The girl won't look down as she walks right on by,
tears are now glistening,
in those young pale blue eyes.

The curls bounce gaily,
as she turns her pretty head,
but her sister's already gone back to her bed.

A sound fills the hall of her young sister's cries,
a flow of remorse,
fills her own pale blue eyes.

A stroke of sweet innocence lays in her chest,
but that young girl's kind eyes,
put shame to her best.

My best friends laugh.
A beautiful voice on lyrics I aspire to create.
Music, and it's culture.
That new book smell.
When your handwriting just looks good.
Blue-green and light pink, unite.
Candles.
Writing something you're proud of.
My boyfriend's kiss.
Feeling the work-out you did two days ago.
Using ridiculous slang; when someone speaks it back to you.
Documentaries.
The French language.
Conspiracy theories.
Being more than just another sheep.
Growing up.