Her makeup was washed away,
By the day,
Her hair has fallen around her face,
In brown wavy locks,
Her smile once lit up the room,
But now she is sleeping,
What a sweet angel,
And I can't help but fall,
No matter what she says,
I think this,
Is when she looks the prettiest …
By the day,
Her hair has fallen around her face,
In brown wavy locks,
Her smile once lit up the room,
But now she is sleeping,
What a sweet angel,
And I can't help but fall,
No matter what she says,
I think this,
Is when she looks the prettiest …
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.


alymarie3

Join the Discussion
This article has 8 comments. Post your own!