🌹💛She's weird...
A mix of fears,
of uncertainties and sweetnesses.
Ironic not to hear her thoughts.
She teases and laughs at herself and her faults,
of his scars,
of her shortcomings.
She knows she's nothing special,
even if someone tells him to.
She's not beautiful and she's not sexy.
She's the one who falls off her heels.
That she trips over her skirt as she undresses.
That if she cries she forgets she has
the mascaras runs his hand over her eyes.
She is the one she eats with her hands,
that gets covered in ice cream,
who, if they invite her to lunch,
she loves simple things.
She is the one from the winter sea.
She is the one with crooked smiles,
to say ok that's fine.
The one who cries for a movie.
The one who loves slowness but lives in speed.
The one who hugs her knees
to her chest when she feels lonely.
The one who stays silent
to watch the night.
The one who prefers the dark
in the blinding sun,
but she loves clarity.
She is like that.
A bit weird.
A bit of everything.
Kinda nothing.
She is like that.
And she...
💛💖💗💕💓💘💞💝
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