Her.

What i wrote here was my mind flowing, highly influenced by a girl i met some time ago.

I gazed at what was laid before me.

She was weak and broken, but still stunning.

The scars of her past had shaped her and enhanced her beauties.

Her green eyes were forests I could explore for eternity.

Her lips were soft as silk.

Her hair was the waves of the ocean.

Her body was a soft landscape, enchanting whoever laid eyes upon it.

She was a painting, she was a piece of art

Art isn't supposed to look beautiful.

It's suppose to make you feel something.

I felt whole.

Author's Note

Keep in mind, my english is not perfect and im new to writing poetry plus im only 16, reviews are higly appreciated.

Reviews

[Norrin Shearer]

Very good! I wouldn't have even known you were new to poetry if you hadn't told me. This girl must really have been special.