That Old Old Car

She loved that old car. The rust and tarnish shone as bright as a diamond ring to her, yet shed's rather have that old car.
That old car, with the broken handles and a broken horn.
That old car, with food smudges on the windows.
That old car, so full of ^memories.
Throughout the years, the car became her best friend.
Throught society changes, when that simple old car was no longer accepted, her love for it remained.
Society wanted fancy new sports cars, shinyohsoshinyinterior.
With a million and one radio stations. Yet her car only got _static.
In her eyes, the car was b e a u t i f u l.    
Maybe not in the eyes of other people,
But beauty is in the eye of the beholder, right?