She loves her.
She loved her
with little rays of sunshine
and
Pitter patter tears.
Her love was like dew drops
on grass blades
on a misty morning.
Like a butterfly loitering around a little girl.
Like money on a starved beggars hand.
It was a humane love
built with
illogical trust and belief.
It was made of burnt bricks
of built up grief and an exhaustion
which comes from an eternal search
for a handful of love.
Her love was the size of her soul.
It was next to everything she would own even after death.
~~~~~~~
Sunshine
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 11:50 AM UTC
She loves her.
She loved her
with little rays of sunshine
and
Pitter patter tears.
Her love was like dew drops
on grass blades
on a misty morning.
Like a butterfly loitering around a little girl.
Like money on a starved beggars hand.
It was a humane love
built with
illogical trust and belief.
It was made of burnt bricks
of built up grief and an exhaustion
which comes from an eternal search
for a handful of love.
Her love was the size of her soul.
It was next to everything she would own even after death.
~~~~~~~
Sunshine
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