Upon my visiting a steep rocky hill, I saw her- strange, candid and very simple; Falling apart from the lip-stick beauty; From insane odors; from the tog’s divinity – A natural doll, she’s a spirited jill. The rustic cast was
In the soul of the city, the four wheels, the scream for pity. Mercy screamed louder than her voice. Little girls sleeping promised with their toys. Not even one, the strong, the brave, the soldier, the slave. No one could
I’m looking at him he is looking at someone else i’m helping her yet she thanks someone else I’m tagging along behind them they walk even faster I get home and call my mom she is busy I go to
I love her. I love hearing her voice, seeing her smile, staring into her eyes, and loving her. I love her. If I could I’d do every thing with her; sleep, eat, walk, play, live. I only want to be
I lost my mind I lost control I lost my heart I lost my soul I found my body I learned its role I deeply got to know my soul I found my heart I healed the hole I saw
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