There are times,

When my hair,

It shines so bright,

 

And my eyes,

They like up like the night sky.

 

But my lips,

Are pale

And pink,

So I apply some cheek,

 

Full of color,

And crimson,

 

Not even opinion,

Yes it’s the truth.

But what about

My account of the delight

Called my shining light?

 

It’s my inside,

my purpose and stride,

the reason I’m alive.

 

It thrives on love and hope,

on dreams and high fives.

 

My heart, oh so big and bold,

looking for another desire to make

me brighter.