:𝓢𝓾𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓷: 𝚆𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝙿𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢

ᎰᎾᏒᎬᏉᎬᏒ ᎻᎬᏒᏕ

The beauty she hold, the power, it's drowning. But not a bad drowning. Everytime she look at the girl she feels as though she's drowning; drowning in love, drowning in happiness. Helplessly in love, the things she'd do for this girl. Her beautiful voice, the calmness, the comfort, could the girl, she'd listen for hours. Hours of her time thinking of her, well reading, well talking to others. Whenever her names mentioned she floods her head. Oh how beautiful she is, even if not in others eyes.

Oh, how she melts into her touch, something so comforting it's almost not believable. Blocking others out, just for her. Staring into her eyes, drowning in them. The comfort she got from just a look, a look from those beautiful eyes of hers. Eyes that remind her of autumn in the light, a season she loved. Eyes that she loved. Her beautiful girl.

She'd do anything for her. Anything asked, she was so in love. Whatever wanted, whatever needed. Never had the girl been this in love. In love with a girl she thought she could never have. The beauty she holds, a beauty she found so dearing. Her love, only hers. Forever hers.