she was walking fire, but she also poured rain. she lit me on fire and screamed in pain and she tasted of sadness and withered hands from punching too much.
she was beauty at its utter best and was never too shy to be who she was on the inside and i admire her.
why are you so insecure? there is pain where there shouldn't be, but i'm in love with her and if thats a sin then i'll burn the bible.
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A Constellation of Thoughts
PoetryYou were a constellation, but you were also mine.
