You are the girl
I try to draw with my words;
the girl I try to describe as perfectly
as she actually is,
but none of my words do her justice.

You are the girl
with the big silver eyes
that reflect the world
like two clear pools of tears.
The eyes that look past all my flaws
and still manage to find something
they think is perfect within me.

You are the girl
with the little hands
that grab and tug my shirt
when she wants my attention.
The same hands that trace my jawbones
and leave scratches across my lower back.

You are the girl
with the perfect lips.
The lips that drive me close
to the edge of insanity.
The lips that have left marks all over
my rough skin.

You are the girl
that makes me want to write,
because you drive me crazy
and cause my emotions to build up
inside of me.

You are my dreams.
You are my reality.
You are that girl.
You are the only girl.