She is a girl, a girl of values, a girl of honours.
She has her secrets, she has met demons, but when you meet her you get an unbroken smile.
She has loved, she has a broken heart, but when you meet her you find hope in her blueish eyes. And when she loves, she still loves with full heart.
She is so pretty, she has hidden scars, but when you meet her you like her because of her generosity.
She has been loved, she has been betrayed, she has seen nothing but negativity, but when she talks she talks of possibilities.
She feels alone, deep inside she is afraid, but when you meet her you admire her for her courage.
Yeah, she exist, the imperfectly perfect girl.
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Her Favourite Color Is Yellow
PoetryA collection of poems and thoughts, my all-consuming love, my everything... How it feels to find love, to lose it and to get it back. Also a couple of letters to people who mean a lot to me.
