her cheeks are splattered with cold, a cold that paints them red.
her heart lies on the sleeves of her favourite purple sweater.
her fingers that of a childs, and her fingernails bitten down to the skin.
her hair flows in waves,
her thoughts wander far away from reality.
She loves a boy. Who's eye color is of, well that isn't important.
She loves a boy. Who's hair is, that isn't important either.
She loves a boy.
and he's too far away to actually see it.