Rosalie. She fit her name too.
She was pale as a ghost but much prettier than one.
Her cheeks were red; like red roses.
Her hair was so long.
It was an extreme shade of light blonde.
Sometimes when the light hit it, it looked powder pink.
She had the most enchanting hazel eyes.
Gosh, I got lost in those things so many times.
It was like there was a shot of magic in them.
Anyone who looked at her would think she was from a different planet.
She was gorgeous.
Not in some magazine-model kind of way.
It was an intriguingly simple kind of gorgeous.
It’s hard to explain it. She’s hard to explain.
I guess that’s why loved her so much.
She surprised me everyday.
I loved that about her.
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 3:24 AM UTC
Rosalie. She fit her name too.
She was pale as a ghost but much prettier than one.
Her cheeks were red; like red roses.
Her hair was so long.
It was an extreme shade of light blonde.
Sometimes when the light hit it, it looked powder pink.
She had the most enchanting hazel eyes.
Gosh, I got lost in those things so many times.
It was like there was a shot of magic in them.
Anyone who looked at her would think she was from a different planet.
She was gorgeous.
Not in some magazine-model kind of way.
It was an intriguingly simple kind of gorgeous.
It’s hard to explain it. She’s hard to explain.
I guess that’s why loved her so much.
She surprised me everyday.
I loved that about her.
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