You know what...

Often times when i want to write something, i write these little drafts on my phone. sometimes i save them, usually i delete them. Here is something that just developed over the course of a few days. (it's pretty obvious)

Portrait

In the mold of Eve she was created but not by the hand of a God.
She was the second coming of new beginnings, and just like that,
Gravity had roped a falling star with all the finest points and turned them into warmth.
She was a subtle reminder of the grace that rises and sets with the sun.
She was many things, but above them all she signed her name with independence.
Deep with-in the flood she was layered in the whispers of lore.
Victimized by stubborn perfection, a trade-mark set that had been left upon her delicate features since the days the natives had begun to take notice.
One in particular.
The One that could last us all a lifetime.
She had the type of eyes that smiled long before her mouth ever did.
The glare in her stare could tell even the most distant stranger that she was not swayed easily.
And true to her word she was never suspect. She never sang off-key.
Her body moved with grace and carried speed like sails in the wind.
Her smell was the scent of comfort.
With every step she took the ground screamed wild of her ambitions.
The world was her canvas; she was on course with everything she was destined to be.
She was what it takes to survive.