I rarely see her.
Now she’s here.
On my bed.
Looking fuken beautiful as always.
5 foot nothing but a bundle of fuken energy.
A girl on fire if ever I met one.
She knows I love her but she leaves me waiting forever.
She knows I’m waiting.
Waiting for her.
Trying to exercise Gods grace towards her.
Prove to her I love her.
And now she’s here.
I want to rush out and buy a set of paints for her…
She’s an oil painting…