Beautiful, intelligent, and snarky
Three things she has in spades
But it’s not the same old air
Breathing in day in and day out while feeling bored
No, it’s fresh air
It’s obviously there, but it’s still feels new
It’s obviously there, but it doesn’t feel used
It’s exciting and different and has it’s own energy
She’s fresh air
This poem is not really about any girl. I just had the idea to write it at 4 am and here we are. I haven’t written poetry in months and this was a rough start.
