Her soul was a dove.
The devote meaning to peace.
She could walk through hell itself and find positivity.
Maybe it was because she was once unhappy and she decided that enough was enough.
Or was it because she found her broken angel wings beautiful.
Even broken glass was her favorite thing, a masterpiece of shards.
That no matter how small the glass got they still had power to hurt you feet.
Even if she fell, she laughed it off.
She dusted off all the hate that tried to sit on her shoulder.
And she smile joyfully.
No matter the time or day, or even broken mental state, she was happy.
She was the girl that they called to peppy, and guess what she would agree.
She never wore her heart on her shelve.
Maybe that's why she was a little bit bolder.
She's one of kind.
Something that's hard to find in this time.