The world through her eyes
Was full of objects, events
Half of which she'd never care about
And the other half
Would never care about her.
The world through her eyes was
Monochrome, black and white.
Everyday the same painful,
Torturous routine called life.
The world through her eyes
Was colourful, too.
Filled with a rainbow of personalities and characters
She would never become.
The world through her emerald green eyes.
Everything was beautiful, fascinating,
Other than herself.
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 4:23 AM UTC
The world through her eyes
Was full of objects, events
Half of which she'd never care about
And the other half
Would never care about her.
The world through her eyes was
Monochrome, black and white.
Everyday the same painful,
Torturous routine called life.
The world through her eyes
Was colourful, too.
Filled with a rainbow of personalities and characters
She would never become.
The world through her emerald green eyes.
Everything was beautiful, fascinating,
Other than herself.
