She was beautiful

She was beautiful.
Her eyes were the bluest of blues
and her hair was the color of a raven's wing.
She used to dance to 80's rock
while applying silver nail polish to her
fingernails.
(it was her favorite color after all)
She would watch the BBC and
talk about how she longed to live in England.
She had scars on her arms
but didn't let them bring her down.
I never knew what days were "bad" days
because she always wore a
smile
and said, "Today the sun is shining
down upon my cheeks.
I swear, I'm fine"
(and I was silly enough to believe her).
She adored the laughter of children,
(they reminded her of her lost innocence)
and always went out of her way for a friend.
She had rainbow colored dreams
and the stars in her eyes.
She changed my life.

But no one told her of her beauty.
And before we knew it,
she slipped right through our fingers.

She never even said goodbye.