She is the smell after rain and the sound of a coursing river.
She's soft and delicate, like a freshly washed sheet,
but she's strong and fierce like an animal in the wild.
Her beauty is the kind of 3 AM talks about life and 8 AM coffee.
Messy hair that is always pulled back
and eyebrows that are constantly scrunched in concentration.
She is hot tea and warm hands in November
and she radiates a warmth that revives the coldest of souls.
Her joy is a gift and her smile consists of effortlessly curved lips and crinkled eyes.
Her eyes are soft and soothing but they hold an unstoppable passion inside of them.
She is filled to the brim with stories and art;
she is a novel you never want to end.
She is complexly breathtaking,
but oh, I love her so.
A/N - this is dedicated to my lil baby muffin fmwuttt bc I love her so much, no matter what.
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Poetrymidnight thoughts from a girl who doesn't like following rules.
