Love the girl.
Love the girl who is bent.
First, let me tell you how she looks.
Her eyes. Dark. They will most likely have bags underneath that could carry groceries. Her eyes.
Her nose. Narrow. Thin, looks like a button. Her nose.
Lips. Cracked, and thirsty. A light shade of pink and red combined. Words have rolled off of them without thought. Her lips.
Her hair. Long and tangly. Effortlessly brushed. Her hair.
Her teeth. Stained. Aren't perfectly straight. Her teeth.
This is how she looks.
She is. She is beautiful. In her ways.
