Sometimes I hug her in the morning and she smells like **** water, ontop of her head is a big messy bun, on her body is a flowing skirt and a crop top.
Her lips are full and her eyes are wide and shes lovely to me.
Sometimes I hug her in the morning and she smells like cigarettes, once I let her go the smell lingers on my sweater and I love it because it reminds me of her.
She had dark circles under her eyes, pine needles in her hair and shes lovely to me.
Sometimes I hug her in the morning and she smells like roses, wide eyes and beautiful, quiet yet well spoken.
She is a girl of many identities and shes lovely to me.