Her

April 15, 2008
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Her eyes shine like the light of a light house
They fight with the intensity to break apart diamonds
Her hands are as soft as a velvet blanket on a cold day
They keep me warm on a cold day’s night
Her personality has the power to make you envy her
And she has not a care in the world
She is the butterfly that makes me fly
Above all the pain and suffering that you left behind
I’m moving on and that’s all I can say
You treated me wrong and now I’m gone





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