LemOnLy HeR

There's a lemonly thing about this girl i know,
Cuz when she smiles the sun's a sunny lemon yellow.
But when she's down or just a little sorrow,
She's like a bitter lemon that's hard to swallow.

Refreshing and sparkling like a lemonade,
Her beautiful eyes are undeniably heaven made.
Rumours say her nose is sculpted finer than jade,
Making the presence she leaves harder to fade.

Like a variation of taste different lemon offer,
If you call mood swing an art then she's a master.
And if she intends to hurt; your heart needs a plaster,
But when she's kind to you there's nothing else warmer.

Like the smell of lemon on your fingertips,
She leaves a lasting impression like white tulips.
It's like her image is pinned to your mind with paper clips,
And you might remember every word that came out of her lips.

Tasteless are the days when you have to connect the dots,
Bitter are the days when you dunno if she cares anot.
Sour are the times when she does not talk alot,
But sweet are the days when she smiles alot.

These description fits only one person as i wrote this for her,
But i'm afraid i have to stop here as words can go no further.
She'd better close her eyes tonight and try to sleep better,
Because she made a promise; to trade it with my remaining sugar. =)

Just so she noes

You'll remember her with no need to remind,
Cuz you noe she's a girl dat's not easy to find.
I think she's a witch dat stops time in my mind,
Cuz she's able to make things go forward or rewind.

She comes and goes just like a whirlwind hurricane,
Her mood changes just like cars in the fast lane.
Too bad i'm addicted to her smile like sugar cane,
And if i go days without it i might become insane.

She's soft she's hard she's cold she's hot.
She's good she's bad but i like it when she's not.
If she's a beggar on the street; i'll gif everything i got.
But if she needs anything more then i'll pretend i forgot.

She's not a planet but she shines like a sun,
I'm not a plant but her sunshine seems like fun.
To take me away from it u might need to use a gun,
But it still might be easier if you turn her into a nun~

I might not have tissue when her tears are flowing,
I might not have shoulders big enough to be comforting.
I might not have words sweet enough to stop pain from hurting.
But i just want her to know no matter wat i'll never stop trying.