How can I explain her? she is
sunshine on a rainy day. She is singing along to bad songs with
your head tilted back, singing until your throat hurts and your
ears ring. She's poetry, She's music, She is saying
things at the same time as someone because you know them that
well. She is funny faces and silent, painful laughter, She is
do-you-like-me-check-yes-or-no. She's a best friend, a
sister, but she's also me blushing behind my hands. She's
the hearts drawn in sharpie on my palm, she's swearing in
french and she speaks to me with her eyebrows because we both
know what I'm thinking. We are kicking each others legs under
the table. She is the hairs on my arms raising when she brushes
past me, she's a hug on a terrible day, She's the way it
feels to finally come home after a long time away. She's dust
in the sunlight and playing the piano and she has weird hair and
little freckles dotted on her nose that I want to kiss sometimes.
She's everything.How can I explain her? she is sunshine on a
rainy day. She is singing along to bad songs with your head
tilted back, singing until your throat hurts and your ears ring.
She's poetry, She's music, She is saying things at the
same time as someone because you know them that well. She is
funny faces and silent, painful laughter, She is
do-you-like-me-check-yes-or-no. She's a best friend, a
sister, but she's also me blushing behind my hands. She's
the hearts drawn in sharpie on my palm, she's swearing in
french and she speaks to me with her eyebrows because we both
know what I'm thinking. We are kicking each others legs under
the table. She is the hairs on my arms raising when she brushes
past me, she's a hug on a terrible day, She's the way it
feels to finally come home after a long time away. She's dust
in the sunlight and playing the piano and she has weird hair and
little freckles dotted on her nose that I want to kiss
sometimes.
She's
everything.
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