The Truth

Alone I would sit and quietly watch from afar the little girl whom nobody knew who was constantly in awe of a twinkling star and forever questioned whether the sky was black or blue. Her childlike innocence bore an unoccupied charm to which boys would flock to entertain on the outside she appeared cool and calm but inside she felt great disdain. Her eyes glistened like pools of emotion staring reminiscently; memories in her mind trying hard to control the reflection but the words echoed cruel to be kind. One smile would clear the thundering sky one laugh warm the coldest day but her head sank low and she began to cry the pain she felt, too much to say. Making excuses she quietly departs as the faces turn to stare she goes in search for her once lost heart like an antique the best are always rare.