Paintings on her skinAre
Paintings on her skin
Are the proof of the love she went through
He loved her the way the thunder loved the rain
But his love scorched,it stroke like lightening
And when he loved,he did so much
She guided him through his hell and back
She hoped she could be his redemption
But hope,a word so close to home is very tricky
Tee.
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