I looked at her,
like how the first sunlight
glimpse over the Earth's weary atmosphere.
I kissed her,
when I saw those jaded eyes & worn-out soul
hiding underneath her blithe veneer.
I held her,
like how the shoreline
embraces the rushing big waves.
I felt her,
when I saw the sharp edge of misery
carving ****** marks on her flesh.
..But she shoots a bland smile
and that's when I knew
she handles raging storms in pursuit of smooth sail.
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 12:28 PM UTC
I looked at her,
like how the first sunlight
glimpse over the Earth's weary atmosphere.
I kissed her,
when I saw those jaded eyes & worn-out soul
hiding underneath her blithe veneer.
I held her,
like how the shoreline
embraces the rushing big waves.
I felt her,
when I saw the sharp edge of misery
carving ****** marks on her flesh.
..But she shoots a bland smile
and that's when I knew
she handles raging storms in pursuit of smooth sail.
To the person who set sail with me through thick and thin
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