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What if

All we are living today is a story about our past that we are telling to someone
She said
"Solitude is bliss and that's why I have mastered the art of being a recluse" .

I looked at her
catching every nuance of expression
wondered what entangled her in thoughts of chagrin. She hated her life and she wished she had never been born.
This was a beautiful girl admired by every man in town.
Her eyes shone like diamonds
Her body was voluptuous and even the priests could fall for any temptation
Her curves were perfect like eight.
She was a **** adorable young girl I wanted for myself too.
But she was a woman with a broken heart
Who wanted space from anything that reminded her of her cruel past
So she ran away
People whose hearts bet broken sometimes want to be alone to heal and cut off all people in their lives because they don't want the pity and need to transition their lives from pain to smiling again
Sia
I'm in love with Sia
Each song she sings it's like she wrote it for me
I like the truth she puts out
I like that despite her sickness, it didn't prevent her from pushing on with her dreams
If she was a flower, my room would be a garden of flowers
She has a magical voice
I want my heart to always beat in unison with her music
For it gives me peace
Sia is a talented artist.
Her music is my solace sometimes
Tears of the sky
The heavens cry out loud
She's been sad for a while
And now let's it all out
Falling gracefully at a pace
The flowers set to embrace
Whirling as the wind
Soothing as the breeze
Cold as ice
Tense all the time
Chills all over her skin
A little warmth is what she needs
Another drop from the sky
And blankets are all over her skin
No words can air out this grief
Hurting like flesh is under a furnace
Wanting to go back but its impossible
Since everything seems destroyed beyond repair
Easter egg
I found you by the river in a basket
It reminded me of Moses'story
Like you are here to liberate us from slavery
There was something about your beauty I couldn't fight
A sweet mellow played on as we locked eyes
A flash of light that opened the skies came from your skin
Like  you are not a born of this world
Almost made my eyes blind
Like you are a magic stone I should use to turn my life around
So here's the thing
What's your name?
What's your story?
Where are you from?
Where do you live?
Can we date?
I can sing, I can write how about you?
Smiles shying from my sight
Leaves me in wonder and asking more
Are you an angel
She said,
"Maybe so behave.
Only here to tell you a king from the tribe of David will die today and resurrect after three days.
So give your life to Christ and nothing will be the same again"
And then she disappeared.
Her chorus still lingers in my ears.
So exalt his name for he's here to change your life and your sins are forgiven and forgotten
Happy Easter holidays
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