HimA Poem by Margarita Miranda
He got me.
He made me feel like I was his one and only. He loved music Told me he loved me too. Was he something Had these ambitions Knew exactly where he wanted to go. Told me to hold on It was going to be a good show He was there for me When I felt all alone Now I am alone And he is Where he wanted to go. © 2014 Margarita MirandaReviews
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