Her presence fills up a dark room, as a bright as the stars.
Her eyes are filled with mystery & deviance.
A smile stronger than the sun,
brightening anyone's day.
Looks can be deceiving.
As superb as she looks,
she is empty, a black hole lying in between her chest.
It ***** away her endless emotions of being able to give or receive love.
What can fill this void?
Unknown.
She is unaware how because her mind is consumed.
The black hole has reached her thoughts,
causing nothing but pain & sorrow.
She is broken.
No one knows.
Unaware because a woman should feel as good as she looks right?
...Wrong...