The Real Her
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They want to know the real her
But I don't know the person myself
We can start slow
Like waking up on a Saturday
By describing her as a light
She radiates life and brings warmth everywhere she goes
To know her is to love her
Yet even if you don't, you do
The real her has raccoon eyes
A result of many sleepless nights
Spent meticulously doing homework
Or working into the a.m.
You tell her she looks tired
And she just smiles
She knows, she's proud
Because there's nothing on this earth
More satisfying
Than reaping the fruit of hard labor
The real her is an avid reader, an adrenaline-junkie, a caffeine-lover
She spends her mornings sweating buckets
Afternoons wave watching
And evenings contemplating the state of the universe
Possibility entralls her
Like nighttime drives
Or capturing the perfect shot
Via film camera
There's nothing in the world that can stand in her way
She'll reduce you to bits with her charm and her wit
Running around you in circles
This girl makes it look easy
And the only advice she's had for herself:
Breathe