Inspiritaion

She whoses eyes annoted my face with sweet words from her silly tongue

She vain in her own way, proud of who and what she is

Her eyes and hands capture art in the form of  words and visual asthetic beauty

Her style, her clothes express her in the simpless form as herself.



As a growing woman she her virtuous body was begot her brillant- sultry mind

She doesn't see it but I do, her love of chocolate is her sin, her words hold tells

of past, present, future and fiction..



I choose her because in some ways she Is more me than I am I.

She make me shake with laughter and burn with envy.

I love her with all the crazy I am.



I will see her again... even when I leave here