Will
Now I have known a beautiful boy
More than his face, I fell in love with his words
The poetry he wrote made me happy and sad
With all of his thoughts he morphed into verse
Each moment he lived to tell things of great passion
No feigning of feel nor innocence, he spoke of his own truths
His beauty I've learned from every passing day has brought him closer to me then he'll even believe
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Lady D
im 19. im a girl. im silly. im weird. i dont know if what i write is poetry, but i write it all the same... thats really all there is to me.
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