Her

She was darkness, she was light,

She was beauty in my sight.

She was mad and stressed,

She was sad and soon became depressed.

 

That girl is my rock, She is my raft,

She is everything to me, my other half.

 

When she is gone I'll die, 

I'll fall and I'll cry.

She is the love of my life,

WIthout her I feel the slice of a knife.

 

Cutting deeper into my skin,

I would love to wake to her again.

 

For she has taken my soul,

She has truly taken a toll.

I love that beautiful girl to death,

She is and was my final test.

This poem is about: 
Me

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