that girl is beautiful i tell you
her eyes are brown, melting pools of gold
under her eyes are dark crescents, they’re always there
long, dark locks of brown hair laced with shiny auburn ribbons
her cheeks glow with colour, as they flush when she speaks
her soft, delicate jawline that tightens as she flexes her jaw
a beautiful smile that appears so often, and dimples that pinch only her left cheek
long, straight eyebrows that are just slightly uneven
and a voice that could stop time, just by its velvety cadence
and you called her normal? you mustn’t see what i see
