She isn't that piece of art you can hang on your walls.
Nor the sculpture you place near your living room doors.
She was that art you think about everyday, how her lips form into a curve.
Her eyes are the deepest brown you will ever see like dark chocolates, slowly melting.
Her mind is deeper than an abyss where you can get lost in a sea of wonderful thoughts.
But her heart is as deep the oceans can get with currents stronger the deeper you get to know her.
She breathes life,love, and sadness all at once.
Not giving you time to think about anything but the secrets behind her smile.
But shes not a masterpiece, shes still a work under progress.
She is not that art you pin on your walls, shes the abstract art that's messy but still aesthetically beautiful.
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