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She was the sun She was the rain She could always, Always take away the pain She was more than just Skin and bones She could make hell Feel like home She dances to the beat Of her own drum She was like a shot Of my grandfather’s finest *** She was the light of my days The stars of my nights The fire of my ***** And the love of my life She looked like art And her eyes were brown I’ve stared to similar ones But only hers kept me down She makes me feel alright I don’t know She makes everything alright Oh god, I think she’s an angel She keeps me up all night I’ve yet to kiss her lips But I bet nothing tastes like her I bet the cola got nothing on her I promise I won’t do her any hurt
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Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 4:28 AM UTC
A Poem Written In An Old Diary of a Boy
She was the sun She was the rain She could always, Always take away the pain She was more than just Skin and bones She could make hell Feel like home She dances to the beat Of her own drum She was like a shot Of my grandfather’s finest *** She was the light of my days The stars of my nights The fire of my ***** And the love of my life She looked like art And her eyes were brown I’ve stared to similar ones But only hers kept me down She makes me feel alright I don’t know She makes everything alright Oh god, I think she’s an angel She keeps me up all night I’ve yet to kiss her lips But I bet nothing tastes like her I bet the cola got nothing on her I promise I won’t do her any hurt
MALG
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Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 4:28 AM UTC
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