There’s a woman who trusts in astrology and thinks that the universe supports her
She likes poetry and never re-gifts anything and loves traveling on the spur
She’s entirely too tall to feel so small as she does when someone dares to love her
She likes sapphire rings and has crazy mood swings and drinks til the world is a blur
If you meet her somewhere, don’t you dare tell her that she is cooler than you thought she’d be
Don’t say you’ll stay, that will scare her away because more than whiskey she loves to flee…
She’s called a wall flower, likes a bath to a shower and takes comics more seriously than she should
She never calls guys first, escapes love before it hurts and would fly above the trees if she could…