An Angel Born On the 4th of July, Her Eyes and Favorite Colour As I Say Goodbye

Her eyes are the color of ice on a cool winters twilight, drastically different then the color that's in her soul. An acidy lime green that melts away all the plastic of this synthetic world with a hiss & a fizzle. From the moment you were born there were lights across the sky to dazzle passerby, coincidence is a blind mans reason. Independence lives in this woman, not the Fourth of July. I didn't commit treason, but I never understood why.....