She was a writer.
The words on the page mirroring her innermost thoughts.
She was a thinker.
A whole universe of beautiful thoughts running through her head.
She was a fighter.
When all odds seemed against her she pulled through.
She was a lover.
She loved so purely and greatly even though sometimes it wasn't returned.
She was a carer.
She looked after those who were stuck in the dark and she helped mend their broken pieces.
She was a dreamer.
And she is my friend
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 12:30 PM UTC
She was a writer.
The words on the page mirroring her innermost thoughts.
She was a thinker.
A whole universe of beautiful thoughts running through her head.
She was a fighter.
When all odds seemed against her she pulled through.
She was a lover.
She loved so purely and greatly even though sometimes it wasn't returned.
She was a carer.
She looked after those who were stuck in the dark and she helped mend their broken pieces.
She was a dreamer.
And she is my friend
Copyright Ice Munday©
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