I have always wanted
To write a book,
But could I never find the inspiration.
I finally found it
In her eyes
And the way her tears flowed out
Like rain
(She was the only person I know
Who looked beautiful while crying.)
I found it in her lips
And the way they parted
Right before we kissed.
After I found her
The words flew out of my hands
And onto the paper.
She was the only inspiration
I've ever needed.
I could write a whole novel
About how amazing she is.