sophie breezed into my life and pitched a tent
somewhere between my third and fourth rib.
when she smiled the world turned orange,
and I lost control of my laughter.
she's the sort of girl you should meet on a train
and write a novel about ten years later.
she's the sort of girl where
I love you
seems like it needs more words.

a/n: I have a thing about people poetry lately.
IloveyouSophie.