she was an artist's favourite piece, an angel with cherubic features. she was the cotton-candy cloud in a sky of grey, the gleaming star in the jet black darkness.
every word that came out of her pink lips was coated with sugar, nothing but sweetness. her smile radiated the darkest of rooms and she was a summer dream personified.
even though the universe had a cold and cruel fate planned for her, her heart of gold shone throug, never dimming.
and now she decorates the heavens with her presence, much to the envy of the angels.
-to my angel in heaven, Rinhlui.
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crimson
Poetry'here a seventeen year old with such a hurricane of emotions talks and rambles about her musings, and writes about lovers she hasn't met and heartbreaks she hasn't yet experienced,as well as others in its rawest state with the hopes that they may b...
