For Bluey, because she's amazing and beautiful and wonderful and I need to let her know how much she means to me.
the prettiest little liar of them all
i
you watch her write songs, softly strumming her guitar, and she carves the lyrics on your heart.
ii
she has her mother's eyes, blue as the summer sky against her glowing skin.
iii
the breeze kisses her skin the way you want to, mocking you when she shivers in pain-edged pleasure.
iv
her smile has choirs of angels singing in your head.
v
you could watch her forever, every movement and flicker.
vi
her voice washes over you as a waterfall would.
vii
she's deadly; she will drag you under with her.
viii
but the sensation that runs across your skin when she touches you is just heavenly.
ix
your favourite place to be at night is lying with her, listening to the crickets chirping.
x
sometimes you wonder if she feels the same way, as her electric glances lead you to believe so.
xi
and you know that this love is absolute, the be-all and end-all.
xii
she's the resource you run too for a little affection, a little too much, a little too little.
xiii
she's laughing and outrageous in her short skirts and high heels.
xiv
you love the familiarity of the potpourri resting on her desk.
xv
you catch eyes with her across the hall, a wealth of emotions in her pretty blue eyes.
xvi
she's your reminder than, even in this black world, love still exists.
xvii
you're always early to parties in an attempt to catch a glimpse of her getting ready.
xviii
you know just how she likes her tea: three sugars and the barest drop of milk.
xix
and you want to tell her every time you see her; you're on my mind.
xx
and she's always been your favourite cousin; nothing will ever change that.
xxi
you punched the first boy to break her heart and it felt really good.
xxii
you've always been the only one who could find her during games of hide-and-seek.
xxiii
only she can reassure you that you're special on the days when you feel complete lacklustre.
xxiv
she whispers you're special and the tears cascade down your face.
xxv
you look ridiculous in purple, but you always wear it, just for her.
xxvi
you adore her natural musical talent, the magic she creates with chords and raw passion.
xxvii
she has her little private island, where she daydreams, and you long to join her there.
xxviii
she has such extreme grace, you feel completely inadequate when you dance next to her.
xxix
she laughs and smiles when you patiently show her how to work a laptop, shivering when you brush her hands.
xxx
she spins and giggles in graham's arms and you stand on the sidelines, inordinately jealous.
xxxi
she breathes a breath of fresh air into your life when it grows stagnant.
xxxii
your skin sizzles with electricity when she touches you, whether accidental or purposely.
xxxiii
the scent of her sun-kissed skin haunts your dreams.
xxxiv
your heads spins with how long and thin and touchable her legs look in jeans.
xxxv
she's a little bit funky, a little bit rebellious, a little bit talented and wholly her.
xxxvi
her heart is a treasure chest, and she's given you the key.
xxxvii
you've reached that stage where every gesture and glance and word means love.
xxxviii
you think it will never happen; she says have a little faith.
xxxix
it seems as if that lethal arrow is stuck steadfastly in her heart too.
xxxx
when you're the princess and the dragons are swooping in, you beg her be my hero.
xxxxi
at last, you can finally stop questioning this relationship and chanting maybe.
xxxxii
she smiles alluringly at you on a hot summer's day and you play for hours.
xxxxii
you've found that forbidden fruit definitely tastes the sweetest.
xxxxiii
she brings the passion and heat to quench your thirsty desire for all of her.
xxxxiv
and now you know that you didn't believe all this time for nothing.
xxxxv
she smiles at you sweetly as you enjoy the swing sets and sunshine together.
xxxxvi
finally, everything you thought about the relationship has been proved correct.
xxxxvii
you no longer have to privately ponder whether she loves you or not.
xxxxviii
you no longer have to rant about her hopelessness to freddie or lucy or roxy.
xxxxix
because you know that she loves you back and she always has.
xxxxx
and she lowers her head to yours and whispers six simple words; kiss me like you mean it.
There you have it. Fifty sentences on MollyIIVictoire, all for you, Bluey. Love you, girl :3
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