Rose Colored Glasses

She wasn’t hard to love

Quite the opposite actually

She had a face you’d never seen before

With eyes like a rosemary branch with speckles of volcanic ash swirled in

And a smile that wasn’t as welcoming as it was intruiging

Her palms were crisp lines that let you know where she’d been but never where she was going

She had crimson locks that cascaded down her breast not like hair at all but like an extra body part that was right where it needed to be

And her laugh, well that was something else, maybe like a hyena but a lot more endearing

So she wasn’t hard to love at all, at least not to me, or to anyone else for that matter, except for herself.

Maybe that's what killed her,

We all saw her for who she truly was, despite all her flaws

And she was the only one who didn’t have on those rose colored glasses