There is a sea inside her

And it isn’t calm.

It has strong currents,

And waves that crash

Onto each-other painfully,

Always conflicted, constantly colliding.

She has a head full of dreams

Made in hurried sketches

And an unending passion

In glowing eyes.

She has an attractive brokenness,

A crack in the glass

That lets the light go in and out.

She has an untidy mind and

A scattered laugh,

Like a thousand marbles

Thrown into the air.

She has scars where the waves cut too deep

And the sand there glows a bright gold,

Even as the world sees her as grey.


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