She is her own. She is the ocean with the biggest of waves and the most curious mysteries. She is the mountain that breaks the weather and peaks above the clouds. She is the grass that's greener than the rest and softer than a mattress. She is the storm that rages over the lands and humbles even the noblest of spirits. She is a kingdom of animals that peacefully graze those lands. She is the sun and the moon. She is the forest that gives shade, and the desert that does not.
She is my world.
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Her
PoetryIt's her. It can only be her. My desperation has struck new limits for this girl. There are a lot of odds against us. The undeniable attraction. The pain of not being able to touch one another. The scare of our future. And the uncertainty of whether...
