Her 25A Poem by YahalloThe word 'love' doesn't have the same meaning and value to everyone.
She was a woman on a mission
He was a man with no plans She was a beauty with a loaded gun And when he saw her He couldn't run She was a match waiting to start a fire He was an iceberg and not so admired She was great at saying lies And he was amazed by Her sunshine eyes She was a pirate on an adventure He was a 9-to-5 man in leather She had a thousand masks When she was mad, he didn't dare to ask Why she feels so bad She was his blood in veins He was her shelter from hurricane She comes when it's cold and scary He always let her in, his rosemary Just like a refugee She was glad she met him He wishes he could get over it She was his greenhouse He was her lighthouse And so she left anyway © 2018 Yahallo |
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