Her black curls flowing in the breeze as we sit.
For reasons unbeknownst to me i couldn't stop staring,
Her eyes so wild so green.
She was just perfect in a non-perfect world.
She wasn't a rose in a daisy patch.
She was a lone violet in a sea of green,
Yet that's all i wanted,
all i needed.
Her complexion so clear,
Her skin a beautiful pale skin.
But mostly i just need her messy gorgeous black curls.