She tells everyone her name is actually spelled A-U-R-A. Also, that hers is golden, but anyone with a soul can see that.
She'll only see the good in you and yours, even when you want her to see your bad; she honestly doesn't believe in bad. Except when it means naughty. She does, however, believe wholeheartedly in the concept of more, except when discussing plaid, pleats, gossip, cigarettes, and other natural disasters.
She's not nearly as tall as you think, and even tinier than you see. She's working on this. She makes love for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, which pairs perfectly with the Sangria she always keeps on chill. She carries a coffee bean in her pocket to remind her of morning. Just in case she ever needs to begin again.
Her friends describe her with a sigh and a smile, like she's a secret they don't want to share. But they also understand that their Ora Jean just isn't herself unless she's sharing.
So here she is. That Ora Jean. Lovely to meet you...
She'll only see the good in you and yours, even when you want her to see your bad; she honestly doesn't believe in bad. Except when it means naughty. She does, however, believe wholeheartedly in the concept of more, except when discussing plaid, pleats, gossip, cigarettes, and other natural disasters.
She's not nearly as tall as you think, and even tinier than you see. She's working on this. She makes love for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, which pairs perfectly with the Sangria she always keeps on chill. She carries a coffee bean in her pocket to remind her of morning. Just in case she ever needs to begin again.
Her friends describe her with a sigh and a smile, like she's a secret they don't want to share. But they also understand that their Ora Jean just isn't herself unless she's sharing.
So here she is. That Ora Jean. Lovely to meet you...
