Not much to know. I write. A lot. I started writing back in 8th grade. But I met Her, I write for Her. I write because She is an inspiration. Through set backs and times of joy, She has been the focal point of every line. She is Love.
The roses told
Only on you
Only on you
I was a stray without a fold
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Turn to the left
And burn just right
Sun kissed
Only nineteen and full of promise
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Shattered and fragmented
Thoughts were scattered illusions
Blown away by the wind
The thousand miles I crossed
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Watch
The purple clouds
Dance together
In the midnight blue skies
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Have you forgotten me
So easily
My Gypsy Siren
Between foreign beds?
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