I look at her in the mirror.
Her hair, as dry & crumpled up as freshly wilted autumn leaves.Dark black.
Her eyes , as tired as can be without a good midnight sleep.Dark.
Dark brown pupils, yearning to be taken away, searching.
So rich in her Dark-colors,
The Dark mind wanders
As I look below , I see pulpy lips.With a tint of pink and red.
Dark-er than a cherry blossom but lighter than a rose.
Fair skinned , and the darkness to compliment her with the little shade of light.
the world admires her beauty , while she is a bit unsure.
Wanting her hair to be soft as velvet ,
Wanting everyone to realize the torment in her eyes , screaming.
Wanting to open those colors of her lips to paint a colorful image –
Wanting her words to be heard
This innocence , isn’t what it seems . she thinks ,
Why is it , that this face hides the darkness within when it is simply shown and yet-
A storm is approaching ,
But as lightening strikes , in the dark- twisted sky
Her smile , strikes.