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.