Her eyes as blue as the tint of a fire,
and her hair platinum as a silvery-white metal,
captured me like none other.
Her pearly whites flashed me like the paparazzi,
making me feel as though I was finally breathing right.
She always found a way to keep me in awe of her.
But the thing is, she never tried.
I guess that’s what caught my attention.
She never “tried” to be beautiful or herself.
She just was.
She just was HER.