Battered, broken, bumps and bruises
A cracked perfection......
Still burnt brighter than the sun,
Was still as placid as the moon
Despite all unknown unannounced disasters
The dark night, barking dogs and howling owls
She had a touch of the entire world,
Even though filled with toxins and tars
Also the reminisces and all those plastic memories
Hid under cloths were maps to places, nobody knows...
Were the scars on the skin, scars on the soul
Scars on the outside, scars that bloomed from the within  
Finding ways from those dreamy eyes to that pointed chin
Told stories of her existence;
Some unheard, some unwritten and some totally unseen..