She may be strong or weak, I don’t know it’s heard to read her, she acts foolish at times, but at other times she’s so serious almost depressing. I can’t put my finger on it but there is just something about her. Something not quit usual.
She dresses like a gay well not really like a “guy” but everything about her seems to walk the line between masculinity and femininity: the way she walks the way she, talks the very shape of her body and why is the back of her head shaved anyways?
She seems to be in love with the Idea of love she thinks that love is the only reason for life she thinks that love is the only reason for life.
She was ready to leave this life but stayed for love.
She was in a place of confusion she could not see but she could feel.
She could feel the shiver of her chilled room she could feel the colder razor edge pressed to her skin she could feel love in her heart.
She knows Love saved her life because believe me if not for love she would be dead, she knows to go down the street not across the road.
She is not sure but, is her view on love really real?
She does not think it all happy days but she knows that to have someone who means the world to her to mean the world to that person is worth living through all that the world can throw just to know.
She says she is trying to improve herself take control of her mind body and soul, she feels life she has lost control or never had it.
She is taking control, she has a plan.
She no longer drinks or smokes weed.
She feels unpleased with what she has done with it all in her 23 years on earth.
She is becoming more self aware, no more misusing and abusing she is determined.
She likes the colour pink, nail polish, skirts, dresses, tight jeans, lipstick, fuck me boots, trendy shoes and accessories mostly because they come with, curves, plump lips, thick hips, soft thighs and sparkling eyes.
Women most beautiful thing in creation she thinks at times at other times not so much. She feels proud to be a woman.
She‘s a dreamer a romantic bent on making her dreams reality. She has so many talents the universe has truly blessed her.
She is a girl so please don’t forget.
She is inexperienced unsure and an artist (so extra sensitive), says too much when she should be thinking, she’s awkwardly quiet when she should be saying something while thinking too much, she forgetting things that should be remembered.
She hates being limited by stereotypes she is what she is and like every other she is not like another.
She is art, she is poetry, and she is music.
I love her.
She wants to know you.
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Submission Name: She is me
