You'll never meet another one like her. She dances in the rain and sings when no ones listening. Her eyes soften like chalk and are haunted with her past. When she smiles it will light up the room, when her heart is past broken you can feel it too. Her words curl like smoke even when she is not speaking. She doesnt trust anybody yet has faith in everyone. Over the years she has grown a tough skin, but has broken free all the same. She gives good advice and doesnt take her own. She has a big heart. No, not the kind to donate to charity or take a bullet for someone else. The kind of big heart that accepts too many faults from other people, forgives too easily, gives people more chances than they deserved; despite all that, she still wanted them to be happy. Because if they were, then she was too.
