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Feb 2018
Her.

Her voice is angelic
Her eyes are like the stars
Her presence is like that of Gods
She heals my scars

Yet herself has been hurt taken for granted
And treated the worst
She's a blessing feeling like a curse
I adore her,
She sets my soul on fire like lighters to the wood.
She doesn't know it yet but she's changed my life for the good.

She's my religion, my belief and
all that I breath.
She's my want, my desire and all that I need.
She's my motivation, my determination and all that I dream.

She. Is. Everything.

Her voice is angelic
Her eyes are like the stars
Her presence is like that of Gods
She heals my scars

Running from her past
Her hands held out she holds my heart
Her home built in my mind
Not looking behind
Not worried about the future
As long as we stay together.
kurvalmedia
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kurvalmedia  18/M/Johannesburg South Africa
(18/M/Johannesburg South Africa)   
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