She was a beautiful woman. She had a light complexion. She always smiled & had her head up. Never looked back she kept her focus ahead. She never hated nor envied. But her heart was so heavy. If you looked in her shadow you could see her story. She was drained. Her smiles were to cover her pain. She'd cry when it rained. She never looked back because too many knives were in it. Just from her rough start you could tell she was diminished. Her only hope was her finish. She popped one pain pill then got addicted. But nobody witnessed. Her heart was covered in stitches. She cant love , she got issues in commitment. When she felt low, she inhaled green to get lifted. But you would barely catch her in sun.
Her shadow was limited to none.
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 3:36 PM UTC
She was a beautiful woman. She had a light complexion. She always smiled & had her head up. Never looked back she kept her focus ahead. She never hated nor envied. But her heart was so heavy. If you looked in her shadow you could see her story. She was drained. Her smiles were to cover her pain. She'd cry when it rained. She never looked back because too many knives were in it. Just from her rough start you could tell she was diminished. Her only hope was her finish. She popped one pain pill then got addicted. But nobody witnessed. Her heart was covered in stitches. She cant love , she got issues in commitment. When she felt low, she inhaled green to get lifted. But you would barely catch her in sun.
Her shadow was limited to none.
