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Whatever She Was

He always had her laughin Emotions were real It was two hearts grabbin’ like a couple of thieves reachin’ out of habit feelin’ every justified need to steal. She was a beaut, so exotic She was never lettin’ go I knew she had it, and I wanted to have it She wouldn’t let me imagine, so Hell, what do I know? Whatever she was, she’s a hero bein’ made She was finer than wine Her fire’s never contained The greatest wonder in mind Realizing all of her love I wanna know the good in all whatever she was It was a love the world couldn’t succeed to come and find to ever defeat Because he was the hand she was dealt and became the ace right up her sleeve A simple promise like his honest momma that he needs to know she’ll never leave. She had the hope, but she really needed to know all of the good times gonna roll off that small town road
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Written by
JDHalpert
27 / M / Murfreesboro, TN
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Written by
JDHalpert
27 / M / Murfreesboro, TN
Published
Apr 26, 2021
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Thievery is the worst of things. Whiskey writes to bury the breeze with ease. It’s a thing called therapy. It’s a careful need.

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