Sweet and understanding,
Sensitive and curious,
Cute and luxurious,
Beautiful and kind,
Prin.
Prin was there,
When things got tough.
When I was scared.
When I was hurt,
Sad,
Crazy,
Blue,
She was there.
I try to be there for her.
Holding her secrets.
Learning the terrain of her heart.
But I know it's not the same.
She's always had the feathers
To make me happy again.
To cushion me,
To tickle me,
To push me,
To make think and dream.
I don't have her charm.
Author's note:
This is dedicated to prinrosevalintin for helping me overcome my fear of posting this book. Thanks, prin!
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