I think I look different when I cry.
I think my eyes turn a bit more blue,
My hair falls just a bit heavier around my face,
My skin gets a bit thinner
And the tears fall harder than the stories.

I think I look different when I hurt.
I think my bones just break a little,
My eyelids turn a red more unnatural than blood,
My frame gets a bit smaller
And your words pierce deeper than the swords.

I think I look different when you smile.
I think my hair shines in the yellow sun,
My neck blushes pink at the touch of your fingers,
My lips turn a rosy red
And the light goes back into my eyes.