she is made up of words that not just
anyone can understand;
her mind is a dictionary of sadness
and heartache,
and her heart is a poetry book for the hopeless.
she is the prettiest song,
the perfect sonnet,
the most meaningful haiku,
and the longest novel.
it takes awhile to read her
seconds to love her
and a life time to forget her.
A.A
9:35 p.m. - 2014-05-28
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