She was always cool
She did her thing
I didn’t mind
More than you could say about a lot of people
But she didn’t get caught up this way or that
Sometimes life has a way of wrecking us
But if something broke down along the way
She’d smile & laugh her little laugh
And pick up the pieces
Sometimes things got deep
But she’d stay climbing her way out
Acceptance of life how it comes
Not anything more or anything less
She worked as a barista at the local coffee shop
And smoked cigarettes on her break
She liked to go to this one place for flowers
She’d buy herself some & perk up
Lighthearted soul & soft light in her eyes
Wearing flowy dresses & skirts
Hair down or up, she always looked cute
Boys liked her the way she was
And she had lots of girlfriends
The way she amicably approached things
Open to whatever the universe threw her way
Nothing more, nothing less
Grounded in some earthly truth or understanding
Like a rose bud without thorns
A succulent that could practically live forever
She loved love & always found a way
Gracefully navigating little detours
And finding things usually ended up alright
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