i think about the scent of her hair

how it rests behind her shoulders

how dark and beautiful it is

she keeps it long and safe

the colors don’t change like leaves in autumn

her clothes are shades of black and grey with the occasional hues of red and tan

i’ve never seen her in pink

she’s somewhat of a mystery

her interest vary depending on who she’s dating

when she’s not dating it’s an array of friends and good times

she’s puzzling to me

i can’t quite read her

how i would love to pick at her brain

ask the deep questions and feed my curiosity

her essence stays with me

time has not been able to remove it

her eyes tell a story

a book i have yet to open




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