Every time I see her it feels like
I took my first breath of air
or maybe it can be her black silky hair.
As time goes as I grow older
the sun still rises and her heart is still gold.
I pray to god almighty
whoever there may be Allah, Buddha, Jesus.
Please take me whereever she may be.
For whom she be right for me.
Sun is gone moon has risen.
I feel as if it's a prison.
Meer hours has passed but felt more like days.
The skies brighten with her lovely gaze.
We finally met at last.
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 2:15 AM UTC
Every time I see her it feels like
I took my first breath of air
or maybe it can be her black silky hair.
As time goes as I grow older
the sun still rises and her heart is still gold.
I pray to god almighty
whoever there may be Allah, Buddha, Jesus.
Please take me whereever she may be.
For whom she be right for me.
Sun is gone moon has risen.
I feel as if it's a prison.
Meer hours has passed but felt more like days.
The skies brighten with her lovely gaze.
We finally met at last.
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