She is a ballad composed of tragedies and dancing shadows

Her pure porcelain face is the undying hope for a better tomorrow

Her teeth are white piano keys hiding the betraying sound of musical laughter and silk words

She dances with the awkward melody of two left feet

But with the passion of crashing waves and shooting stars

Her dark blinking eyes are filled with calm water that have seen only a glimpse of jewelled sunlight and happiness

Her moonlit hair is a black silk curtain swaying in the giddy whispers of the soft wind and

Her sad lips of ruby have been kissed delicately by forgotten promises and empty words

Her body is a dainty plastic figurine of a want-to-be ballerina that was never quite good enough

Her life is a forgotten daydream

And she is beautiful