Pretty Face
It was more just a pretty face she had
She was the sun in the evening going red
She had a smile, only one of a kind
It was so beautiful,like a happy illusion
Of the mind
Kindness sort of dwell in her heart
She had a dream to turn the world into art
She had a friendly smile and a warm embrace
With that young and stupid heart,she aspired
A heavenly grace.
She was the fashion sensation of the town
She was reaching high but never left the ground
Her wings were on fire,she was always meant to rise
She was a queen born to avenge the skies
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