You were with her today.
The pretty girl with the butterscotch hair.
Her and her perfect petite nose that ends in a soft point.
She was skinny, yet had the perfect amount of muscle.
She was sporty and would always flirt with you in phys. ed.
She had the prettiest smile.
2 rows of straight, bright white teeth that could light up a whole city.
Her laugh sounded like little bells jingling in the distance.
Her cheeks were natually rosy and her eyes were bright and full of life.
She could sing and had the same taste in music as you.
She was intelligent and had a 3.8 GPA.
She was perfect.
She made you smile.
She made you laugh.
She made you happy.
She's my best friend.
YOU ARE READING
Not Worth Reading
PoetryI'm not exactly sure if you would call this poetry. It's basically just me word-vomiting my feelings.
