It's like a guessing game, four girls.
Read: 1, 2, 3, 4// 4, 3, 2, 1.
(Two par' per person.)
Her face glows upon pretty words,
She shies away from people that linger in her thoughts,
She licks her lips when she's insecure,
and smells like a mixture of scents.
She ugly cries at pathetic things,
but she also cries with compassion.
She can't make up her own mind,
and she is pleasant with most things.
She goes quiet in a crowd,
of people who gets along..
She says "I'm tired",
but I know something's probably wrong.
She burps like she breathes;
She laughs & she 's steady.
Her mind is hard to change,
her will is easily shaken.
She speaks well of many,
many think well of her.
Her concerns are the little numbers,
but her confidence is present.
She only says yes, so far.
Her skills are plenty.
She skips breakfast,
she eats suppers.
She smiles like a lunatic when no one is looking,
she thinks the young and the furry detest her.
She talks fast, and is slow to listen.
She speaks of marriage but cringe at the thought of it.
She is a hopeless romantic.
It is a challenge to make her laugh.
Gifts & words are two ways to her heart;
She still likes pink things.