Hair, darker than the sky at midnight
Shoulders as cold as the Arctic.
Eyes, so hollow
yet full of wonder.
She smiles, sending shivery.
Within her eyes are paintings of dark and painful memories.
They glisten tears that build walls,
shattering the twisted corridors of these halls that house unwatered sunflowers.
Within which she keeps her haunted thoughts.
She does not see she is one of a kind
Worth every heart strung on the line.
Is she blind?
Will she find that sunflowers needs nurturing?
The tears she sheds keep the sunflowers growing.
Her journey are the flowers,
roots of the story untold.