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Jun 2021
Her eyes like stars staring through my soul,
Her lips painted purple, moves with angelic grace.
Her fingers gifts created by the gods,
A figure from my dreams.
Her voice though unheard by me,
I know it's the definition of beauty
What is her name?
Will I ever know
Will I be courageous enough,
To ask.
Or will I live with this regret for the rest of my life
Will her fragile and delicate frame
Hunt my dream
I do not know,
I really do want to talk
But I can't.
Cause she'll be the one that got away
Even before she came,
Close to me.
Written by
Mute the Kid  20/M/Nigeria
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