I wish,
I could unwrap her,
Like a present,
On Christmas day.
And the gift she would be,
Would make me the,
Happiest,
To get to see,
Who she really is,
underneath the darkness.
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Wilted
PoetryShe couldn't see him, But she was all he could see. Raw Poetry, by: Mae Ethlyn
Him
I wish,
I could unwrap her,
Like a present,
On Christmas day.
And the gift she would be,
Would make me the,
Happiest,
To get to see,
Who she really is,
underneath the darkness.
