She sat there
With beautifully flowing hair
Arms crossed
Legs tossed
The air fondling the softness of her skin
Praising the plumpness of her lips
Palying like a child with her soft strands
Begging to reside in those perfect hands
Eyes deep as the ocean
Face bright as the Sun
But who knew
There was a storm
raging inside...
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Scribbled Stars
PoetryHighest Rank #24 in POETRY (: I don't know how to scribble down words. I write STARS that shine and show me and you the path to happiness! I don't know what word weaving is. But I do excel at making beautiful CONSTELLATIONS Breathtaking! ...
