Alliteration.

Pure poison perhaps, Poor
thing that tries too hard,
to be something that she is not,
so sweet and so sad!
Her eyes; dark
brown, buried between the blue sky.
Her life; like lost soul, swims in the valleys of
eternity expecting exact explanation,
for something that is not.
Don't fear the Tic Tac Toc of the clock. If you still
waiting with wide willingness for love.
Don't dare to diminish hope.
Don't yet Zip the
heart, he has hopes he wish to touch.
So now, no naive shall tell you otherwise. You are Beautiful, and that's what counts.
Carry calmly, constant control
of your thoughts through the day, don't let nobody tell you what
they think tenets relates. You, youngful yet mindful person shall define your own tenet.
Life, looks like long
roads but towards the end you shall surely find
Love.