Poofy, dirty blonde hair
a smile like twenty something gems;
you're silly, yet sweet
wise, but still young
For being perfect strangers,
you met me again last night
though, amnesiacs dream in colors fading as they wake
but do you remember the film we saw
or how we laughed all throughout the night?
I love that you're so different, yet nothing extraordinary;
you love the depths of water
and have tested the lines of ink
You're stylish and cute, ambitious and naïve,
a novelist in the works
like a breath of fresh air to these plagued lungs
brought a spark back to my pen,
a light for every tunnel I've drawn.