I could write poetry
about her all day,
just by the way she looks.
I could write lines of love
about her all day,
just by seeing her smile.
I could write novels
dedicated to her,
just by her mysterious eyes.
I could scribble verses
for her
just by the way her
voice resonates with me.
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I Was She
Poetry[Complete] A series of poems and short stories tell the sad tale of a breakup, of rejection, and of finding new love. From losing her soulmate to learning to see the world from a different perspective, M.A. Rivers writes down every last feeling that...
