At night is when she broke.
When nobody in the world could hear her tears fall from her cheeks to her cloak.

No one was there.

No one heard her choke on her words.

Until the day she spoke.

Her eyes glistened with adventure and curiosity.

Cheeks lined with freckles and Rosey Posey Pink tint.

She calls herself nosey, but you know that's in the least bit of honesty.

They have an odd sense of modesty.

But it's alright, because they stand out like a peachy keen sunset.

She guides others like the North star.

Her words could be used like a compass, directing the lost to their homes.

Her tone was like a warm blanket and bandages around the people who were hurting the most.

They could heal you faster than you'd be able to feel any pain.

She's driving me insane.

Twisting and turning around my mind like a hurricane once again.

Sweet like sugarcane, shoving lemonade down my throat.

Around them, it's okay to explain the reasons you complain.

They're so innocent, you could probably convince them to do cocaine.

Messing with them is like a sort of videogame.

One I'm always losing, but I enjoy nonetheless.

I'm ascertain they're entertaining, even when they aren't trying they're best.

You watch her.

As if she's wearing a bright yellow vest.

They're the kind of person you can share your feelings with.

You can give them a tour of all the mental processes.

Allow them to view your soul.

The type of human you can laugh with, cry with - one I'd be more than willing to die with.

Not even just with, but for.

A bullet, a knife, a noose and much much more

Whatever is needed to drain the life from my body.

Not that I have much remorse for my life, but trust me when I say, I wouldn't die for just anybody.

They're so funny and Sunny.

Orange, Pink, Red. - Just Peachie.

Just Perfect.

god, if anyone could fix me, they just might be able.

and id still love them all the while.

- Ariah Christman