she is beautiful.
her hair is made of autumn leaves. it's messy and falls haphazardly. she tries to place it back into a tree and out of the way, just as the leaves do, it always falls.
she is beautiful.
it's as if someone poured the ocean into her eyes. they contain constant waves of emotions she struggles to express correctly. they are full of undiscovered mysteries just as the sea.
she is beautiful.
her heart is as vast as the night sky. it's full of stars that light up her life with the shine of her love. there are planets waiting for lives to inhabit them and be surrounded by those same stars.
she is beautiful.
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exhale
Poetry"can i exhale for a minute? can i get this out in the open?" a collection of feelings molded into mediocre poems
