I love her
Her smile, brighter than the moon, even if you need braces
Her hair, messy and untame, but beautiful in its own way
Her lips, they might cherry but they are precious pink
Her eye, brown like mud, which is beautiful like the earth
Her nose, its not straight, but i love the imperfectness of it.
The way everything has to be perfect to her, is cute and unneccecary
She doesnt flirt, She doesnt tease, she doesnt even care that she chews her pen.
she a neat freak, an artist and everything imbetween.
she wants things done but is lazy
These imperfections make her diffrent, thess little things are why i love her so much.
The only thing stopping me is not knowing what to say, when i see her as she is, because to me shes perfect.
YOU ARE READING
Little stories of a Girl
Poetrytake what you think when you see the word 'girl'. and then take the word 'different'. because every 'girl' is 'different' to what you might think. and this is a story about those girls
