Her. Beauty can’t even fully describe how amazing she looks. Breathless doesn’t explain how I feel when I see her. Love? No it’s deeper. Crazy, huh? Cause what’s deeper than love? I don’t know what to call it but that’s how I feel about..Her. Her eyes, are the first eyes that seen me cry. Why? It was me. But that’s another poem. She was so good at wiping tears. Those gentle kisses were as soft as rose petals. But where there is a rose there is a thorn. The thorn was the moments when I would mourn. But that’s another poem. I was so cold around everyone else. But in a blizzard she was fireplace. So close, so warm. Her touch would calm me. Her arms would hold me. Her presence gave me life. Now she’s gone, and I want to be the same. But that’s another poem. I feel bad for the next. Cause she was and will be always the best. No matter who you are..you will never, ever, be…Her.
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Old school korg dd1. God I love my schools midi lab.
Even if I knew she was going to eat my soul I’d still risk it.