NzuriSanaa

I fell in love with a girl in my dream last night. I fell in love with the way her hair was the color of midnight and how her eyes were as wide as an ocean, the color of milk chocolate melting between your fingers on a hot summer day. I fell in love with the way she carried herself the way she walked with such a confidence people had to admire. The way she spoke, she spoke with such eloquence, such meaning. She had the voice of an angel not a soprano, but an alto a beautiful alto and I don't think she realized every note she sang was an orchestra the way she held her words like she might hold a lover; tightly, softly, gently. Every sentence