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she was sandpaper and sandcastles. beige and denim jackets. she was a jar of happiness locked away for no one to see. a fairy. even the bravest of souls were afraid to touch. she was a cup of hot chocolate on the coldest winter nights. a ray of sunshine, that even you couldn't comprehend. the best friend everyone wanted. she was a lazy sunday, relaxing but upbeat. she was poetry & prose flying her way around, sprinkling pixie dust to blind the ones she hated, sprinkling pixie love to everyone she knew. she was love and laughter and smiles and everything in a hot summers day.
YOU ARE READING
last night, i had a dream about you
Poetrypoetry she doesn't realise that a broken heart can't be fixed with a sorry.