Those bright blue eyes,
Full of wonder, so alive.
Enveloped in her agony,
She hides tears and paints on smiles.
She lives for her disease,
Knowing that in the end it will manifest.
She hears the warnings, the pleas,
But doesn’t listen, doesn’t fret.
She strives for perfection,
Of body and of mind.
Her shadow may walk on
But she is left behind.
Jun 3, 2013
Jun 3, 2013 at 9:17 AM UTC
Those bright blue eyes,
Full of wonder, so alive.
Enveloped in her agony,
She hides tears and paints on smiles.
She lives for her disease,
Knowing that in the end it will manifest.
She hears the warnings, the pleas,
But doesn’t listen, doesn’t fret.
She strives for perfection,
Of body and of mind.
Her shadow may walk on
But she is left behind.
