That was the thing about her.
Sunsets and sunrises,
Made her days.
The crescent moon and the stars,
Lit her lights,
In the darkest nights.
Epiphany of her existence,
Existed in the way her face beamed,
Looking at the sand in the tiny boxes from the places she has been to,
Brighter than a thousand million Suns,
That was the thing about her.
She loved everything,
And nothing all at once.
Her heart made of Valyrian steel,
Stronger than the strongest,
Braver than the bravest.
With the world's vigilant guard,
Always on guard and never down,
Watched by hawk-eyed archers,
Ordered to shoot anything to be seen in the horizon.
But,
Destiny was destined to be determined to catch her off guard and send someone in to heal.
He sneaked in,
Through the slits and creases which were for the sunlight to enter,
He healed her old soul,
And wished upon the stars,
For her scars to vanish,
Little did he know,
The wounds heal and the scars form,
The scars are the healed versions of the wounds,
Nothing like them, but reminding of them.
She painted herself to cover her scars,
So immersed in love for him,
She painted her soul too,
Into the most colorful painting the world had ever seen,
but empty and void on the inside,
She knew what to do,
She stopped working on her scars,
Started working on her fears of losing him,
Brave heart,right?
Straight on his face she told him,
Poor him, never had the heart to face the truth,
That Memories fade and Scars don't,
Left her leaving behind new cuts and bruises.
But, there was this thing about her,
She stood silent,
On the beach sand,
With a smile on her face,
A needle and a thread in her hand,
Sewing all the cuts up,
She was glowing brighter than brightest white,
That was the thing about her,
Sunsets and sunrises,
Made her days,
Heartbreaks and heartaches,
Didn't dim her shine,
Just made her a little more bright,
-The Imaginary Taarawrites