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About a Girl with No Name
About a Girl with No Name
If you could read my mind it would be all poetry it would be all about her.
But you can't read minds so let me tell you about this girl pay attention to how I become starry-eyed when I say her name and the way my dimples glow like half moons.
When she makes me smile she's made up entirely of brushstrokes and doesn't even know she's art and when she looks at you that way.
It colors your world and you understand she's an artist too she's got warmth the sun knows nothing about.
She's down to earth but always has her head in the clouds and when she falls from the sky she brings it with her too.
She's got depth the ocean knows nothing about as she's got the mouth of a sailor and eyes that can bring any ship down.
She tastes like devastation and keeps her secrets tucked behind her ear
she's the storm and the aftermath.
She's like a bookstore this baby girl she's eloquent and bloodthirsty
she's a savage graceful thing she's got it all figured out but she doesn't
She is beautiful she's everything and that's the thing about this girl I'll start talking about her.
If you're paying attention somewhere in the middle of it all you'll realize I'm speaking poetry.
By nutbuster
If you could read my mind it would be all poetry it would be all about her.
But you can't read minds so let me tell you about this girl pay attention to how I become starry-eyed when I say her name and the way my dimples glow like half moons.
When she makes me smile she's made up entirely of brushstrokes and doesn't even know she's art and when she looks at you that way.
It colors your world and you understand she's an artist too she's got warmth the sun knows nothing about.
She's down to earth but always has her head in the clouds and when she falls from the sky she brings it with her too.
She's got depth the ocean knows nothing about as she's got the mouth of a sailor and eyes that can bring any ship down.
She tastes like devastation and keeps her secrets tucked behind her ear
she's the storm and the aftermath.
She's like a bookstore this baby girl she's eloquent and bloodthirsty
she's a savage graceful thing she's got it all figured out but she doesn't
She is beautiful she's everything and that's the thing about this girl I'll start talking about her.
If you're paying attention somewhere in the middle of it all you'll realize I'm speaking poetry.
By nutbuster
Published 13th May 2019
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14th May 2019 1:37am
Oh, that was so beautiful, you had me mesmerized from the beginning with this ink stain
14th May 2019 7:03am
Words of gentle flattery. Favourite lines:
She's down to earth but always has her head in the clouds and when she falls from the sky she brings it with her too.
She's got depth the ocean knows nothing about as she's got the mouth of a sailor and eyes that can bring any ship down.
She's down to earth but always has her head in the clouds and when she falls from the sky she brings it with her too.
She's got depth the ocean knows nothing about as she's got the mouth of a sailor and eyes that can bring any ship down.
14th May 2019 11:19am
18th May 2019 8:50am
Wow this girl must really be stuck in your head a lot. I hope she knows how lucky she is that you think of her in such a beautiful and passionate way.
18th May 2019 1:26pm
thi girl is poetry as you write it you put your heart and sole in them to give it feeling so that it not just words a part of you
18th May 2019 5:41pm
