Friday, July 24, 2015


She is made up of words that not anyone can understand;

Her mind is a dictionary of sadness and heartache,
And her heart is a poetry book for the hopeless.

She is the prettiest song,
The perfect sonnet,

The most meaningful haiku,
And the longest novel.

It takes a while to read her
Seconds to love her
And a lifetime to forget her...

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