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Apr 2018
Curly hair that tangles within my finger tips

Glasses that magnify into my eyes, seeking my soul as you bite my lip

Hands that not only play the guitar, but grip my hips and never let me go far

Arms that wrap me up and tie me down

You cover my mouth so I don’t make a sound

You used to hold me through the night

Now its like the floor is falling and i'm losing my sight

I lost you and now I’ve lost everything

You are my heart my soul, my saving grace

Our hearts are magnets, but with same poles

Like metal umbrellas mixed with lightening bolts
Destiny annalia
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Destiny annalia  16/F
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