Her hair was wild and I was captivated by her smile.
Her giggle, her laugh, every gaze she shot my way contained a paragraph.
If someone asked me if I loved her - I'd pull up her photograph. I'd show them she was everything I wanted and everything I lacked.
I feel her in a way I can't put into science and graphs.
We talked on the phone for an hour and a half.
She made me feel better about my cloudy weather.
She gave me advice and she meant it.
She wasn't looking to stir up shit.
Whatever it is, she's built with it.
An intricate design, an artist's penmanship.
She may have a dark road she's walked, but I don't care. I'll buy her new socks.
We swam and embraced the waves, my mind was buzzing - her hair was exceptionally fluffy, and beautiful and stunning.
You were funny and didn't have to try.
You were yourself, and so was I.
I waded through the ocean that bared the stars reflection. I was hopelessly longing for your affection.
I couldn't ask for it, I couldn't know how.
I was raised down home, in the judgmental south.
For once in my life, I didn't feel like my deepest truths would leave me out to drown.
You took my hand, and led me to higher ground.
Our toes in the sand and my heart skips a beat again.
I think I like you as more than a friend.
