Literature
Tell me about the Girl?
Tell me about the girl?
Her hair is a golden brown mess from the days spent outside; similar to waves in the wind. Her eyes are constantly changing. One minute you're looking into a crisp, clear blue sky with flecks of silver and then the next you're staring into the deep blue abyss of the ocean. Much like her emotion, which comes in waves of laughter... and sadness. When she smiles, it's as if every wrong thing becomes right, because you know.... You know the girl is there for you. You know she'll listen to your echoing pain when no one else can even grasp the concept of your sadness.
The girl has an open mind, which she uses to show compa