She didn't know

February 4, 2015

Sometimes she didn't know

That in her silence

And in her nature

She moved worlds

And touched souls.

And her gentle smile

Softened some of the stricken harshness.

When everyone else's eyes were on themselves,

Her own eyes were on everyone else

And when she started to fall away

Good things started to fall apart.

And what she didn't know

Is that people looked to her for a sense of hope,

When they needed purity,

Or faith.

She looks in the mirror and doesn't know...

She doesn't know what she sees;

For it is something different than what others perceive.

To her,

The only thing she knows

Is lonliness, and pain

But to others,

People see beauty,

And life,

And galaxies in her little hazel eyes.

She might never know what they see.

But one thing that she always did know,

Is that she had a purpose,

Even if she never knew what of...

-m.c.-

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