There she stands, beautiful and rare.
Seemingly laughing without a care.
Don’t stare, don’t stare.
She is the one, who everyone wants to be theirs.
In the sun she glows of golden hues.
A tan that hides her black and blues.
Skin so soft, overtime the scars got smooth.
She learns a friend isn’t a friend and love breaks the heart when it’s supposed to mend.
So the moonlight serenades her tears again.
When the sun rises she puts on her mask and blends right in.
Alive to the world but confused and lonely within.