I have never looked up to anyone
As much as I have looked up to her.
She is more than a cousin,
She is my best friend
My confident
My guardian angel.
She is smart
She is beautiful
She is everything you'd ever want in someone,
She is a riot girl,
She is a breeze
She is the cold.
She falls in love and is too much to handle,
But she is never sorry for being who she is,
But she is never sorry for being a natural disaster.
She knows that storms are the most beautiful of all.
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My loved ones; a journey.
Poetry“Perhaps one did not want to be loved, as much as to be understood” George Orwell.
