Long limber legs
clumsy yet cultured-
diamond shaped face
both priceless and scarred-
bouncy brunette hair
too complicated in the mornings but too simple at night-
who is she?
Climbs out of the window at night,
but watches the moon,
while the rest of her friends stay out partying til two.
Her parents see a childish rebel,
her friends- a too good to be true angel,
but to the brown eyes and dark pupils, in the mirror looking back-
she was none those things.
She was proud of who she'd become,
she was headstrong,