Scarlett
Scarlett is the most fascinating person on earth.
She has flaming red curls that reach her ribcage and the most stunning ocean-blue eyes. Her skin is soft and pale like ivory and speckled with a few freckles. Her lashes are delicate and long, but dark and complimentary. Her nose is straight and pointed like that of a Greek marbled statue.
She’s a musician and artist with immense talent and skill in a multitude of instruments, including the drums, guitar, violin, piano, and of course her angelic vocals. Her voice is like a gentle ocean breeze that caresses your face with sea salt and the taste of freedom. She’s elegant and soothing like a sip of the most delicious beverage. The unevenness in her teeth is barely noticeable until close enough you could ask her to close her mouth and kiss it. Every single time is like the first and her entire essence is warm and embraces you like the first rays of sunshine on a chilly moonlit morning.
Her existence is the only sign from god I believe in, and the way her eyes light up when something catches her attention is the only blessing I need. Her mind is too vast and poetic for me to articulate properly. Her knowledge and intellect are immeasurably. She is the tenth muse that I sing home about, even if my voice can’t hold a glass to her melody.
She has flaming red curls that reach her ribcage and the most stunning ocean-blue eyes. Her skin is soft and pale like ivory and speckled with a few freckles. Her lashes are delicate and long, but dark and complimentary. Her nose is straight and pointed like that of a Greek marbled statue.
She’s a musician and artist with immense talent and skill in a multitude of instruments, including the drums, guitar, violin, piano, and of course her angelic vocals. Her voice is like a gentle ocean breeze that caresses your face with sea salt and the taste of freedom. She’s elegant and soothing like a sip of the most delicious beverage. The unevenness in her teeth is barely noticeable until close enough you could ask her to close her mouth and kiss it. Every single time is like the first and her entire essence is warm and embraces you like the first rays of sunshine on a chilly moonlit morning.
Her existence is the only sign from god I believe in, and the way her eyes light up when something catches her attention is the only blessing I need. Her mind is too vast and poetic for me to articulate properly. Her knowledge and intellect are immeasurably. She is the tenth muse that I sing home about, even if my voice can’t hold a glass to her melody.
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