I sat down listening to her tales, like she just got back from wales. She was speaking about a boy who once made her laugh, to be specific I felt like drowning in the pacific. First forget about my wicked rhymes. I wasn't prepared when I first met her and I wish I could track back to my past so I can tell her that I lied about my best color. Her dress, her eyes , her maturity were my best colors that day. Even the blacksmiths envy her when she smiles as it cut a heart open like a sword. She didn't come from the stars but she is reliable just like when the moon is full.
©moha
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