The pretty face she had - always outshone the stars
Never believed in shooting stars, but cars & money
Her eyes were like a mirror, I always saw my reflection through them
The passion that she had within always pushed me, us, her & made our love better
We walked through the fire, but we never got cremated. Her touch moved my soul in ways I couldn't describe.
She held this certain feel to her, it wasn't good nor was it bad, you couldn't bring yourself to function.
The way she sung my name kept me awake with the moon and the stars in a constant reply, no.
By: ofentse_tsie & dvniel