Pretty Girl

Pretty, pretty girl. Oh, so pretty, Girl, you are. Why so sad? Pretty Girl? For sadness in the eyes of your beauty is most certain, a travesty. Alone you feel..Don't you, Pretty Girl? For it is evident, that you are weary and broken. Filled with pain, you still rise each day. You rise and put that ruby red smile on your flawless face. Only I know. Your ruby red smile merely comes from the tube of your designer lipstick. You were left alone. Hurt and broken. Though be it not your fault, you remain confused. You were left to wander. Left to wonder You were left to ponder. And, so you did. In the wee hours of your countless sleepless nights; You continue with your infinite search. Endlessly searching. Infinitely barren. Don't cry, Pretty Girl. No more tears. Like those of the beautifully inked roses whose tears stain your beautiful skin. For you are loved. Of that, I am certain. Relax, Pretty Girl. Exhale. Relax and exhale. Your peace shall come.