Her heart

She’s young and not yet wise, but not dumb at all. Her eyes show sadness of

the world she’s tasted so far. She doesn’t know who she is yet, and

I do my best to help her find her way. Her aura is darkness and indigo.

Her lips speak softly as her ghost makes an appearance.

She looks at me like she doesn’t know me anymore.

I never really knew her well either.

But I knew that her heart is a rainbow. Her heart is gold.

Her mind is audio that sings to my soul.