A Glitter Consumer and a Dirt Chewer

For Adele...

A girls voice like it was carved by angels
Such voice that plants gold on her palms
Her heart sparkles as if she consumes glitter
But her nature something more unique

Her life so grounded she practically chews dirt
And her mouth filthy and colloquial
But it gains a laugh from every being
Which is why such love for her exists

The first in memory
Who smashed the glass
Between herself and the world
But can somehow shield herself as she pleases

The contrast of her soul
Makes her mesmerisingly beautiful
She gathers interest from thousands
A jaw dropper of sorts

A girl who if not present
Could still never be gone
Since her voice can always be recalled