She was the cool air of a summers night, yet inside were strange confusions. She had confident exteriors but could she ever be the person that she really was?
Her dreams were folded neatly and placed in open view, a mask to cover up her anxieties, but I knew behind it all she was everything she ever said she was, but some how she'd stopped believing...
I knew inside of her were angels, singing a soft chorus of melodic hope, monochrome tears for a world she didn't know, and even as she passed from view, and faded out beyond the street light, I knew one day everything would work out, it has to, doesn't it?
