"The soul would have no rainbow, if the eyes had no tears"

The girl who wished to be loved

Her eyes brown and glint

Showing the past, present and future

Long curls like mother earths grass

Each strand unrefined, yet brazen

Long pull of her cigarette

Exhaling yesteryears

The future was an escape, lingering in dreams that only

she can perceive.

A time capsule broken

Expired memories

Fingers running along each corner of her page that was once touched

That heart shaped face, damp...

But a soul would have no rainbow if the eyes had no tears.