You asked me to paint a portrait of you but I'm so bad at colours. I have clumsy hands. I told you that and you were disappointed in me.
You have eyes that are like autumn, brown and green and flickering all over the place like they were caught in the wind... When it's windy outside your hair comes to life. Others tame theirs with sprays and gels and bobby pins, but you let it go, you let it float and fly around your face. Your mouth isn't used to smiling because you smile on the inside and you smile with your fingers when they dance on the guitar.
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