The way she spoke...
She would talk of the heavens.
She breathed in sour and buffed out sweet air.

The way her eyes lit up...
The sun beamed from her iris'.
She sat alone, the dark surrounded him.
Bright but found beauty in our black life.

The way she walked...
The girl glittered in the dimmest of places.
A bright star in the vacant sky.

The way she smelt...
Hypnotising anyone in her path with her sweet smell
That was only her.

The way she changed...
She stood broader, taller and spoke more confidently.
The light slowly left her eyes. 
No longer speaking of the heavens.

The way she left...
The girl grew, turned woman.
Her bright light faded with the rest, turning adult.

The way she grew...

Childhood was over and now her life has began. 

She is strong and will prevail.