Her Habit In Life

Honesty wasn't just her habit, it was the way of her life The truth on her tongue sometimes felt sharper than the knife Kindness sort of dwell in her heart She had a dream to turn the world into art. It was more than just a pretty face she had She was the sun in the evening going red She had a smile, only one of a kind It was just so beautiful, like a happy illusion of the mind. She had a kind and caring heart She was a gift of nature's living art Her curiosity led her to the places she's never been before It was the beat in her heart and the reason she was breathing for. Starting to put poems out now