Shakiroh
Her pretty face
Her cute voice
Leaves me to writing this
She beat the beauty of heaven
Nothing makes it even
Her kindness is too much for hell
She's too much of an angel
What a smile
The whole world stops & stares for more than a mile
She has once light up my world
Honestly, it's too much to afford
When she left
I carve her name to my heart
A girl that shot me faster than a dart
Till the very moment i wrote this piece
I still feel the same for her
©Ibratosyn'19
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