she was an angel
she was a giver
she protected
she loved
her voice as soft as the night wind
her eyes captivated the stars
the moon shall bow for she was the fairest
and the sun shall be ashamed
she was full of life
i was never full of her
she was her,
the best that she could ever be
-Jenaziela-
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kilída: a story of the broken and how they heal
Poetrya book of poetry, a song from the heart; a group of the unspeakable. bear with me, just a little.
