She was a piece of artwork
who's blood ran cold
radiant skin shining like the sun
a raging mess of a hurricane
with stormy grey eyes
there was no smooth sailing
and a beautiful flow of a waterfall
natural silver clear water
streaming through its calm journey
she is a free spirt you can not cage
under a gypsy spell
casted under a moonlit reality under dancing rain
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 9:44 AM UTC
She was a piece of artwork
who's blood ran cold
radiant skin shining like the sun
a raging mess of a hurricane
with stormy grey eyes
there was no smooth sailing
and a beautiful flow of a waterfall
natural silver clear water
streaming through its calm journey
she is a free spirt you can not cage
under a gypsy spell
casted under a moonlit reality under dancing rain
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