With a smile
Made of pearls,
And her eyes
Filled with oceans,
Her skin
Fair and perfect,
A beauty
Beyond compare
She carries the weight,
Of a million suns
Her body aches,
With the weight alas
Her heart of glass,
Fragile but big
The cracks from her past
Are but shards from the fall
The fall that had shattered her
But not her all
Once again she climbed her mountain
So she could put back together
The final beautiful peice
—Bella Crosthwait
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 11:49 AM UTC
With a smile
Made of pearls,
And her eyes
Filled with oceans,
Her skin
Fair and perfect,
A beauty
Beyond compare
She carries the weight,
Of a million suns
Her body aches,
With the weight alas
Her heart of glass,
Fragile but big
The cracks from her past
Are but shards from the fall
The fall that had shattered her
But not her all
Once again she climbed her mountain
So she could put back together
The final beautiful peice
—Bella Crosthwait