Undone
Some people call her crazy
Some people call her mad
Some say she's lovely
Others say she's mad
But no one knows her truly
as the one who loves her fully
He knows when she's been crying and shen she's been fighting
He kows how to hug her when she feels like dying
He tears her aparts and completes her all in one
For with him she won't be undone
He takes her and he holds her
It seem like his hands mold her
For she is the lovely one undone.
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