wallflower

Frizzy hair, wide doe eyes and adorable goofy smile that is her for me. She rarely gets worked up so if you find her angry she looks like a cold yet pissed off baby chick. Looking fragile to the hawk eyes and being fragile are very different. Eventhough she appears breakable she is one of the most strongest beautiful woman I have seen. Do you know what it is like to love someone with your brain cells? Not with heart not with mind not with body and soul. Loving for her is loving with her whole brain cells. Her whole body thrums in life with her love and it's the same love that forces pearls out of her brown orbs. There are times when you cannot do something to someone. To someone who doesn't want you to know they are hurting. They might be bleeding but you cannot help but just soak in their blood and do nothing. That was us when she cried because the day she cries was never something we looked forward to. Happy tears were always welcome but the drooping of her lashes to wet her cheeks for being soo in love did break us but damn she was pretty even then. That's how she loved someone. But that's okay she is more than her relationships. Her loving is just a side of hers not she the whole. But every part of her being the prettiest of all petals deserves to be praised. The shriveled remains of the forgotten past is to be nurtured and kept. Nothing surpasses her beauty when she is in her element.  And she being herself is her element. You dont know her you just know what she let you know as they say and that's enough and more.
Do you know what a serene September night looks like? She is like that. Calm yet you can sense the chaos lurking in the shadows. There would be occasional silver dots in the sky painted black and ash. There would be the smell of earth and rustle of leaves in the after shower. The faint smell of night flowers and freshly brewed coffee filling you in. That's what you feel like when you know her as her. She feels like home.

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