Chestnut Curls
Chestnut curls,
hazel eyes.
She's a beauty,
no surprize.
Gorgeousness
runs through her veins.
But nobody
can see her pain.
She hides it with
a melancholy smile.
But inside she cries
of sorrow that's vile.
She laughs like an angel
when everyone is watching.
But when no one's around
the tears start dropping.
Her voice is like
a happy beat.
But in her heart
she's incomplete.
Selfless but rich,
she has it all.
Yet nobody
can see her fall.
Chestnut curls,
hazel eyes.
She smiles politly
as she slowly dies.
All alone,
in a cold cruel world
lives the girl
with the chestnut curls.