She was beauty.
Her eyes were a forest.
Her body was breath-taking.
Her mind was remarkable.
Her hair was gorgeous.
Her love was never too much.
A sophomore this year.
It's September 11th, 2017.
She is probably living to the fullest.
With Casper.
Exploring the world, eating popcorn, picking flowers.
She wanted to save the bees,
and I wanted to save her.
Her name was Grace.
YOU ARE READING
She Wants to Save the Bees
Poesia"beau·ty" noun a combination of qualities, such as shape, color, or form, that pleases the aesthetic senses, especially the sight. "I was struck by her beauty"
