How delicate is your skin

That brushes so softly

and tickles souls

from within

How rough is your heart

That steals joy blindly

Blackened as coal

Ripped apart

How sweet is your voice

That hums so sadly

Makes us whole

To rejoice

Loving you was easy,

I fell without

A choice.

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*Artist Unknown*

Posted by:A'Isha Adams

Mind of a frantic poet. Ambition of an entrepreneur. The heart of an old soul.

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