MY FIRST STEEMIT POETRY

She had a smile, only one of a kind
It was just so beautiful, like a happy illusion of the mind
It was more than just a pretty face she had
She was the sun in the evening going red.

Honesty wasn't just her habit, it was the way of her life
The truth on her tongue sometimes felt sharper than the knife
Her love for written words was one of a kind
She had lived all those fantasies ever set up in a clever mind.

She was short tempered cuz she cared too damn much

But the world was too blind to see real and true emotions as such
Kindness sort of dwell in her heart
She had a dream to turn the world into art.

Her silence was enough, she didn't need to speak
Right behind her eyes were all those answers you seek
She had a passion to capture moments in a click
She created memories with life's every tick.

She loved dancing in the shadow of the moonlight
Her heart was on fire and the night was burning bright
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.