She Couldn'T
She could turn anything
Into art.
She could laugh and
All the world would listen.
She could raise your
Spirits on a bad day.
She could smile brighter
Than the sun.
What she couldn't do,
Was love herself.
She saw beauty in everything
Except for herself.
Copyright © Olivia Struthers | Year Posted 2014
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