an ode to the girl with the van gogh socks
sitting in the front row of my class
she reminds me of all the girls i've loved before
the quirky women with long beautiful hair
and smiles that make me weak
they make me think-
how could i possibly have ever hid this from others?
from myself?
to the girl that sits in front of me with the van gogh socks
what is it like to be so beautiful?
with art pins on your bag...
a lemon
your favorite show
your beliefs
a quote to let everyone know that you're a woman and you don't take shit from any man...
it's so uniquely you
and maybe i can show you what makes me uniquely me
