Shattered
Her eyes were
a magnificent shade of blue
they held you captive
tortured you
Her cheeks were roses
of a shy shade of red
painted with her timid blushes
beautiful when she's well-fed
Her hair was sunshine
glowing in the dead of night
her head was a gold mine
with no minors in sight
Her heart was so pure
though it was troubled, bruised
her footsteps so sure
though she was scared, shattered
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