romanticising myself

“her hair was a golden fire
its embers were strewn across her cheeks
her dark green eyes were a lush forest you could get lost in for hours
her hands were strong yet equally delicate
like they were meant to hold a pen or fly across the keys of a piano
but all of that paled in comparison to the core of her being
heart, soul, mind whatever you think it is
hers was a piece of artwork
not perfect by any means but exquisite nontheless
she was genuine in her efforts to be a good person
she was intelligent & wise
as if drawing knowledge & experience from previous lives
but most importantly she chose love
over & over again
not only for people, but also for animals & the earth & eventually herself”
-yours truly