When she walks into a room,
she can go totally unnoticed
or steal every ounce of oxygen in the place.
Her beauty is natural and imperfect,
coexisting in the same space to play tricks on the mind.
I've seen her both love and hate equally as hard,
and I know for a fact she exists in two places at once.
I can see what her eyes see and hear what her mind speaks.
The stories they tell are different, but sometimes all the same.
She lives her two lives alike while they themselves remain separate.
She does not chose to pick her favorite of the two,
for what purpose would that serve her?
She will always be apart of both,
one does not exist without the other.
To sentence her to live singularly would be
all but a punishment onto it self,
For what is the present without the mind
and what is the mind without the present?