She is beautiful.
Her smile can light up a room.
Her drive is unmatched by any other.
Her laugh is precious.
Her voice is as sweet as sugar.
Everything she does is magical.
I am battle-tested.
My smile can light up my paper.
My drive is unmatched by any other.
My laugh is required.
My voice is used to write these words.
Everything I do is poetic.
But, alas, we can never be together.
Because the poison she emits from her soul to touch me,
Mixed with the blood I bleed on this paper for my art,
Will never be a good combination.
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 11:17 PM UTC
She is beautiful.
Her smile can light up a room.
Her drive is unmatched by any other.
Her laugh is precious.
Her voice is as sweet as sugar.
Everything she does is magical.
I am battle-tested.
My smile can light up my paper.
My drive is unmatched by any other.
My laugh is required.
My voice is used to write these words.
Everything I do is poetic.
But, alas, we can never be together.
Because the poison she emits from her soul to touch me,
Mixed with the blood I bleed on this paper for my art,
Will never be a good combination.
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