Random she said
It's a random...
Collection of my heart

I turned to stare at her
If you looked
Really looked
You could see it

The hurt
The deep scars,
That ran the length of her hair
Her cracked lips,
That longed just to be loved
And those old beaten Convers,
Just like her heart

There was also beauty
In her piercing blue eyes
In all ways, she was a mess
A random
Beautiful mess
But this one didn't need to be cleaned up
Only loved