i saw her again
she was sitting alone
reading a book
she was reading a small red book,
the pages were ripped at the edges,
earphones were in her ears,
the music playing through her perfect soul,
though she was perfect,
there was something deeper,
much more darker,
that she hid behind those ocean blue eyes,
and oversized sweaters.
she had me hooked on her drug,
like i was floating in space,
she was like a constellation falling into place.
