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Her voice held something, something so heavy for my ears Her voice had that sound, the type of sound that makes you stutter in any way you could envision it My heart was crippled, I was filled with bitterness Resentment was tainted all over my tongue My conscious was in the dark - in a tunnel where I couldn't hear it But as she continued speaking - her voice had magic, it evoked the soldier in me I fought for, because she kept me alive in a form of poetry You see there's this chill I get when I picture her in the sight of my bed sleeping, her legs a mess, her hair flourish all over the many pillows I'll have set for her, her hands open with her fingers waiting for mine to collide with. she's perfect from the way her mouth moves to the way she utters the simplest of words,I can honestly say she is peace. My peace. She groomed me and helped me become the man she one day look up to. I was broken down and she kneeled and put me back to get only now I am of her design which makes me better. What a love she has, what a love she created. What a love, what a love she is. By: @ofentse_tsie & @__dvniel
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Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 11:16 AM UTC
What A Beautiful Love
Her voice held something, something so heavy for my ears Her voice had that sound, the type of sound that makes you stutter in any way you could envision it My heart was crippled, I was filled with bitterness Resentment was tainted all over my tongue My conscious was in the dark - in a tunnel where I couldn't hear it But as she continued speaking - her voice had magic, it evoked the soldier in me I fought for, because she kept me alive in a form of poetry You see there's this chill I get when I picture her in the sight of my bed sleeping, her legs a mess, her hair flourish all over the many pillows I'll have set for her, her hands open with her fingers waiting for mine to collide with. she's perfect from the way her mouth moves to the way she utters the simplest of words,I can honestly say she is peace. My peace. She groomed me and helped me become the man she one day look up to. I was broken down and she kneeled and put me back to get only now I am of her design which makes me better. What a love she has, what a love she created. What a love, what a love she is. By: @ofentse_tsie & @__dvniel
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Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 11:16 AM UTC
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