Hurt
Her features were aristocratic. Beautiful sapphire eyes, long dark eyelashes, thin straight eyebrows, small perky nose, soft plush lips, high blushing cheekbones, defiant little chin, smooth pale skin, curvy feminine body, narrow waist, wide hips, slender arms and legs, sleek blue hair and frantic fingers along with a heart shaped face framed by midnight blue sleek hair combined together create the most magnificent celestial human girl of twelve.
It was easy to understand her moods: a gleam in her eyes marks her happiness; a frown of her eyebrows when she's melancholic; a crease in her forehead when concentrating; a triumph smile for a victory; a watery gaze for a loss; a thunderous glare when in anger; a distasteful scowl in hate; but above all, an angelic blush in love.
Each of her actions hypnotizes and fascinates anyone watching her. The sweet soprano voice of hers is mesmerizing like those of churchbells. Her French vanilla and milk chocolate scent which also held a bit of delicious coffee and sugary goods would make people go weak in the knees. Her light feathery touch leaves a trail of spine-tingling goosebumps.
It is quite funny that a specific four letter word can form a catastrophe inside a person's mind. You decide you are never going to love anyone in your life when you're young. As you grow up, that decision slowly fades into doubt. You come across someone who, in one mere glance, takes your heart away and tucks it safely in their pockets. Then, when you build up the courage to confess, you find out that the person you love already has a lover.
It plagues your thoughts day and night,
It crushes your soul as it holds you tight,
You try so hard, but cannot see the light,
Because the hurt you feel will never subside.
