Too Good For You, Valentine
Cute.
There she sits, smiling as she whips her hair back from her face to continue eating.
More like mocking those who don't have a chance with her.
Thin platinum blond strands fly through the air as she struts through the halls, showing off her style for all to see.
Always displaying her winning smile everywhere, seeming to brighten the darkest of days.
I wonder how sad her life really is.
She seems so perfect,
Pure,
Memorizing,
Innocent.
If only she knew,
If only.
Her stormy grey eyes full of potential show unidentifiable flashes of color;
Blue?
Green?
Hazel?
It is unknown, for her appearance is her sacred treasure and her greatest weapon.
She has done no wrong; I know this.
I stare ahead, unknowing to her, watching as she laughs like the angels above.
Her eyes light up, like the inner flame she is, reflecting how much she enjoys the company of gossipers.
We were never met to be, but of course, that never stopped me before.
Patience is key.
You will be one of us, my Valentine.