"Stop moving",
I playfully order.
Rolling her eyes,
She turned away.
My pencil touches the paper,
And her hair starts to appear;
Everyone draws in different ways,
And I start with my favorite.
For her long, died black hair,
Is what I love most.
Next is her face perimeter,
For it's not to perfection.
Her flaws make her perfect,
Like her nose for example.
For it's not small and dainty,
but not very big.
It's unique and different,
Unlike anyone else.
Her eyes, nose, and smile,
Makes it her own level of perfection.
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PoetrySamantha is in love with a girl who only thinks of her as a friend. She tries to show her affection but nothing is working. She is scared to tell Angelyn about her feelings but is tired of acting like everything is fine when to her nothing is. And f...
