The Model.

Cameras flashing at her soft skin,
The scars disappear and the feelings within,
She looks at the lens with her piercing blue eyes,
Disregardless of her many hidden lies.

The perfection of her dark brown hair,
Falling on her shoulders, which are bare,
Her body so frail, yet holds much power,
The camera keeps shooting for another hour.

Eyes on her, staring at the bliss,
Since she was young, she had wanted this,
From a small wreck to a beautiful pearl,
So much artistry in this girl.