Unbroken
Her eyes are sad,
in a strong kind of way.
A little girl who believed in the things they pushed away.
She loved, she lost, she fell.
Her eyes are wise,
in a scary kind of way.
Just thirteen and a whole life time away.
She loved, She lost, she learned.
Her eyes are in pain,
in a secret kind of way.
Quiet whispers of the things no one can say.
She loved, she lost, she forgot.
Her eyes are honest,
in a beautiful kind of way.
Truthful secrets come out to play.
She loved, she lost, she admits.
Her eyes are loving,
in a surprising kind of way.
Future dreams and goals no longer pushed away.
She loved. She lost. She overcame.
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