o r t h d o x i c e d l a t t e

just like music

she roamed in her black dress looking elegant as ever you couldn't notice the pain in her heart with her back to your front from afar because her beauty was such wouldn't let anyone search the fears in her heart she turns around and in her eyes you won't see because she has her glance

down to her feet just like art

she was plain and she was pretty but not just looks made her who she was it was the feeling - you get when you look into her eyes you fall in love with her smile and amidst the black clouds shining like the new moon

just like nature she nurtured and she gave never took back and what for once she wanted was just to be accepted where she existed

for once, hurt for once, broken for once, apart

again healed again looked up again collected the empty parts of her

a mosaic

her scars won't show not even her tears nor the one who tore her would she show

because just as orthodox as plain as an iced latte she was as strong