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She’s like the rain that beats on my car as I drive home at night, when you first meet her, she is light. joyful and free, always dancing around you in the grocery store, never enough, she leaves you wanting more. She is gentle and sweet, yet powerful and bold. She is everything warm, and nothing cold. She is 3 ice cubes in her glass of white wine, she is two drinks deep and drunk every time. She is brown sugar and fig spritzed onto her wrist, she is affection and desire- she likes to be kissed. She is warm summer days picking yellow flowers from her neighbors yard She is simple and soft yet complex and hard. She is careless and wild, she’s a free bird- a child. She likes to watch the birds as they make patterns in the sky, she says if she had one wish it would be to fly She likes to be nurtured and taken care of, but when someone is hurt- she becomes mother dove. She is a little girl, the apple of her dads eye, his shining pearl, he will love her til he dies. She is wise but doesn’t always let it show She doesn’t have an ounce of pride, she knows she has a long way to go. She is learning and changing and hoping for more She is spreading her wings, she’s ready to sore. She still can’t go to sleep without a cup of sleepy time tea But she is nothing short of what a woman should be. She is you. And she is me.

What She Is (via-thisbrokenworld)

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She told me she loved the summer because everyone smiled brighter, even the sun She could run around barefoot and no one would say a word, no- they wouldn’t dare say anything to her She was the type of girl you never wanted to hurt The kind you had to walk on eggshells around because she was as fragile as a butterflies wings But she was beautiful, with her lightly freckled little nose and sunburnt lips that tasted like strawberries when she was happy and sea water when she cried Her hair was the color of honey and just barely brushed her hipbones when it wasn’t braided down her back Her eyes looked like gold coins, the ones you never wanted to spend because they were so rare She always wore a little red ribbon tied around her wrist, for good luck- shed say Her skin was bronze and soft like butter, she always slipped out of my grasp no matter how hard I held on I couldn’t get enough of her, she was always running here and there, watching the birds fly and make nests with the long pieces of hair that probably used to belong to her She would say “I’m a part of nature now” little did she know she herself was nature It was hard to get to her really focus on just me but when she did it was like there wasn’t anything else left in the world, like the forest around us disappeared and it was just me and her and our intertwined hands She was the kind of beautiful you didn’t come across but once in your lifetime, it was like once you met her you knew there wasn’t anything else out there that could ever compare She was the first person I spilled my heart out to, and she hopefully would be the last She made you want to be a better person, give back more, live more gently and love more deeply She was mine yet I still felt like I had to chase her, like she never really settled down She kept me on my feet, I never rested for the plain fact that when I woke up she could be gone I was never quite sure how she felt about me for certain, the only thing I know is how she made me feel That was enough for me She told me she loved the summer, I told her I loved her

-Summer Love -(via thisbrokenworld)