Her smile is crooked.
Her eyes a deep emerald green.
Her hair a fiery red.
I dare you to run your fingers through the fire and feel the burn that is she.
Her laugh sounds like rain.
It makes you feel at ease, yet some would call it dreadful.
A laugh so beautiful must have come from a horrible horrible place.
No man could have caused the underlying hurt I hear in her laugh.
No, this is the work of a woman so determined to be the center of existence for every human being on this horrible, good-for-nothing planet that she would make anyone in her way an emotional and mental disaster, not knowing that she was well on her way to her own emotional and mental disaster.
Her laugh IS the rain.
It's sad to watch her anger be unleashed upon the one's she loves the most.
She gives, and gives, and gives, and gives, and gives, and gives, but never receives.
Her heart poured out for you to drink, but you spit it out, "it's too sweet".
So she trys again, this time a different recipe, the sweetness is gone and once again you leave it, because it's not your cup of tea.
She trys once more, this time, its sweet, but not too sweet, just how you like it.
Every now and then, she...