define diana (Written: 5/30/2009)
i'm not just another pretty face
i dream, i scream, i run to race
i have my head up in the skies
and goals waking to rise
with eyes mixed of different blues
this face in a crowd you will never lose
but then there's lies and pain
tears falling like the rain
a smile that can brighten your day
i am the seventeen year old who loves to play
colors are the beauty of art
see this world is one big canvas full of heart
i am nor big nor small
a girl who shields her secrets with a wall
i'm weak, i'm strong, i'm all of the above
but most of all, i'm the knight in red shining armor willing to love.
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