The little kid hitter
The first thing
That comes
To mind

I don't even remember
Where the nickname came from
Maybe I'm losing brain cells
Maybe just some

But wether you call her a bitch or a babe
Or call her beautiful or a whore
She'll always be special
From the outside to the core

More beautiful
Than a sunset
On a clear
July night

More strength
Than a plane
Carrying passengers
In mid-flight

Smarter than
A rock
Who whispers
The language of the land

She's one in a million
(More like Six billion)
Kristen she is
(I know you like your name spelled Krystyn)