She wears streaks of colors
In her hair,
So even strangers know
how vibrant she really is.
She sets with the sun,
Then rises again with the moon.
She warms your heart
Like the coffee she always sips, and writes colors in black ink.
She sways my heart and kindles my soul.
(And someone anyone would be lucky to hold)
Sep 9, 2016
Sep 9, 2016 at 11:00 PM UTC
She wears streaks of colors
In her hair,
So even strangers know
how vibrant she really is.
She sets with the sun,
Then rises again with the moon.
She warms your heart
Like the coffee she always sips, and writes colors in black ink.
She sways my heart and kindles my soul.
(And someone anyone would be lucky to hold)
You're are my best friend. I love you so much.
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