she is a vanilla iced almond milk latte in the early morning of spring, when the bees are waking up and the daisies are at their brightest.
she is the sun shining through the window, the dust dancing around in the light to the beat of her favorite song.
she is the first kiss on a second date, when the butterflies and smiling lingers long after you have said goodnight.
she is the cool ocean on a hot day, when tan feet wade in the clear water and kids swim close to shore.
she smiles because she has known sadness for so long, and happiness has finally won, and she couldn't imagine a greater feeling.
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Poésieshe's got a h e a v y heart, a m e s s y soul, a r e c k l e s s mind, but i think it's b e a u t i f u l the way she carries herself.
