I've taken a loving to creative writing

Her face was so beautiful. Skin as white as my bedroom wall, her prominent cheekbones were well defined with her soft blush. Eyes appearing green then blue with a tint of grey in the ray of the sun. Eyebrows dark and nicely curved, defined her face well. Her lips coated with blood red lipstick and resting on the upper right hand corner above her top lip was her infamous beauty mark. Her luscious black brown hair was the best trait inherited from her mother. Soft curls it made, so soft to the touch. Her laugh, the giggling sound it made, sounded so musical. She was ever so grateful for her parents for giving her such genes. She was a beautiful one. Yes, she was a beautiful one, but if you saw her scars, you might have second thoughts. For her view of the society is as dark as the night that you’re afraid of.