You don't get how she can wake up so early, or whys she's with you. You aim low not high she got more dreams. She treats her mouth as if it's Heaven's gate. The rest of her like you're the TSA. You wish I could go along, you think she's as bright as the morning, as soft as the rain, pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape. She has brown soft hair, plump lips, nice layers in hair, brown eyes, she's really sweet and lives you but if she's gotta shell be mean AF