Private thoughts prt 1.

She has cigarette smoke and liquid dreams for eyes. Both captivating and ravishing as they are revealing. She has the world's hopes and the world's fear for a voice. Both in my ears sounded like melodies to a storm. If someone were to ever ask me to describe life in a person i would say she. She the one who loves with a broken heart but cries with the sting of earth's gravity. She has a smile as sharp as cupids arrows but as deadly as a black mamba's bite. Scared of flight she dreams of clouds. She dreams of oceans and monsters that lay just out of her sight. I fear one day she won't see the beauty in which she breathes. In a sea of a thousand heart beats her's is the only one beating to it's own symphony. She dreams of hallow galaxies and darkened planets but lives like the world is lit with a million fireflies. I see God with in her soul even when it is hidden behind brick towers. Wrapped in barbwire and ex lovers. I see through her frightened shadow and past her empty fist. I see her soul which is painted like a gift of a goddess. Each stroke to pure perfection. She is the reason life. Life is still moving.