Real beautiful woman.
Yea she's Transgender.
But do I care?
When I look at her
I see a woman.
I see her as any other woman.
With beautiful eyes, like the blue sky.
With beautiful black hair, shines like the sun.
With red lips, like red roses.
When feeling down she would of given hugs.
Feeling the warmth of her.
Like all the cold negative energy is fading away.
She say's we got a lot in common.
Which we do.
She liked me
I liked her.
We have similar tastes in music.
Even though she does not like Texas.
But I don’t like Crass.
But we both love The Damned and The Stranglers.
Me and her have similar pasts.
We have both positive and negative backgrounds.
Who cares what she was in the past.
Now it is the present.
Look into the future.
Anyone who judges have problems with themselves.
She was a very heart warming person.
A very amusing person.
When she is down give her a hug.
She did take my chips'n'gravy when I was drunk.
But as times change.
When things are sweet.
Then things become sour.
We fall out.
She took the easy way out.
Now it’s backfired.
Listening to cold hearted people.
Jealousy took our friendship away.
We were walking on the same path.
We came across split paths.
She followed cold hearted people on one path.
But I took the other path.
That path has a light at the end.
Anyone can follow that light.
R