Late Night Feels

Late Night Feels Pt. 21

She is something else.

Something that could easily be described with words,

But not well enough to be properly projected into your mind.

I could describe the way she speaks

And how every word hands off of her tongue

Like an orchestral note,

Moving the audience in an awe.

I could describe the way her eyes hold a deep soulfulness,

A different twinkle for everyone.

I could even describe the gracefulness in her fingers,

Steady and unshaken,

Willing to help anyone and anything.

But where would that leave you?

You mind has sculpted only a fraction

Of her beauty.

It is the smaller things about her that

Stand out the most.

It is the way she will greet you,

With a slight touch on the arm

And the sweetness lingering in her smile.

It is the way she will stop reading

Just to watch you sprawled out in your seat,

Quietly beat-boxing with a book [you couldn’t careless about]

In your hand.

It is the way she pulls you in for a hug,

Your arms blocked partially by backpacks and 

Tennis bags,

But intimate nevertheless.

It is the way she turns her mouth to the side,

Her eyebrows very slightly furrowed together,

As her mind works to solve

Something you wouldn’t even dare to try.

It is also the way she teases you.

How her voice rises a little,

And her laugh becomes a light pout.

It is all these things that make her so

Very beautiful and

So different.

And this isn’t even all of it.