She was a star
He was a scar
Her world knew no pain
But his was never ok
They were both in the same world
But they were separated by the unspoken words
AUTHOR'S NOTE
I know this is just too small.
I hope you at least liked it?
Work is overloading my brain.
Hopefully, I'll serve you guys a large–size pizza soon!
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You guys are awesome!
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Wicked
Poetry...If I tell you you're my sun and moon If I tell you you've completely unwrapped my cocoon If I tell you I'm still alive Because I find life in your eyes If I tell you this emotion is wicked And even if it kills me, for hell or heaven, I'm prepared...
