She carries the smile of an angel

The joy of an innocent perfection

Words have fallen upon her

From cold lips that burn

Tears have fallen from the past

But like everything else It did not last

Now here she is in present day

Beautiful in everyway

The pain is like the memories from before

Empty and no more

Tormented for no reason

They tried to push her to end of the precipice

Make her hate herself with their cold lips

But in the end they were left in the darkness

Fear held its grip in their eyes

Because they knew one day

She would realize

She is perfect in everyway

-Andrew Luna

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