A girl of beauty...

A girl of beauty standing there,
with golden hair in the air.
She had a smile upon her face,
that life's great troubles,
it could not erase.

Her arms would wave,
her body would dance.
If it were only given a chance.
Her form was of girlish glee,
such a sight so rare to see.

One would think that all was fine,
if they had not taken the time.
To check her eyes and behold,
the great troubled they did hold.

No girlish sparks are in her eyes,
only the pain from all the lies.
Relationships were shattered,
and her heart was left tattered.

<maybe one day I will finish this>