His eyes are crystals,,
His soul's a harp;
His voice is the melody.
The tempo matched to the beat of my heart.
His intentions are pure,
His smile is lined with gold;
Tell me,,is this what it means to find the other half of your soul?
~~Shilopink~~
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Poetry: when one try's to interpret their emotions onto paper
PoetryThis is a book is filled with the poetry I've written, I hope you enjoy it!:) Poetry owned and written by me: Shilopink . . . . . . Do not steal or try to copy my writing.
