Who is Eva?
A little bit of soul, some rock n' roll...
A huge imagination, a knack for cool jewelry creation...
A few brains, way too many runaway thought trains...
Believes in the unseeable, is usually pretty open-minded and agreeable...
Has a ton of big dreams, a fondness for mint chocolate ice cream...
Has hair that's sort of long, no talent whatsoever for song;
In fact she sounds like a dying cat, and has once been threatened with a foam baseball bat...
Has eyes that are a blueish-green, slightly more sarcastic than downright mean...
A tad neurotic, but hopefully a far cry from psychotic...
A slightly starving student, but with her money she's never prudent...
Decent enough when it comes to looks, and can always be found with her nose in books...
Likes to think she has some wit, when in reality her poems are shit...
Luckily for you she's run out of words to rhyme, maybe she'll think of more for next time.
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