She knew there were miracles but she couldnâ€™t touch one.
Freckled face with sun-kissed hair, she couldnâ€™t see beauty.
Blue eyes sad like the ocean longing for the faith of the sea.
Broken heart shattered along the glass road of eternity.
Pastel skin dimming lights that were golden in her eyes.
Wheat fields used to be her dream escape from her reality.
She needed the open sky where clouds were cotton candy.
Billowing sails from boats releasing ties from the shore.
She knew there were miracles.
God never showed her much grace.
Dying inside without the light of flames igniting her world.
Couldnâ€™t see that girl who lived within her. Who they saw.
She desired for the islands maybe a ranch out west
Where you can be as you are.
This poem was alright, not as good as the others I've read by you though. It was very specific and I could almost picture it in my mind. Keep your wishes, and your dreams, for they are guides to the inner you.