Laedis
Laedis is a sweet angel with eyes so good, they make you want to steal her. She sings like a siren, writes like a lunatic, and draws like she’s been doing it since birth. Her voice is so smooth, it could melt your face.
She sang me to sleep once. I woke up with a grin and a weird dream about butterflies.
Her drawing of me looks like a confused potato. I’m still mad.
Her voice is smoother than my mom’s cooking. I’ve been listening to her sing since third grade.