In a world where angels were frequent and so loved I sought she who I could share my demons with, where perfection was plenty I needed she who I could unmask my evils with, where the abundance of judgement swarms my appearance I searched for only you who I could shatter the keyboards of these stereotypes with
And since it flows better when you just let it out here's a little freehand poetry to end your night with
I adore you GUL
G.Moore
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The Immortal Wize says: Nice! |
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sierralanai1 says: Your evil is probably her blessing...all in perspectives...digging this fr |
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wesnesby says: Nice |
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G.Moore says: Thank you all. It has been a minute since I picked up a pen and a pad so I'm tryna get these cobwebs off. |
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DallasCowgirl says: So nice! |
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