Wednesday, 2 October 2013

She is made up of words that not anyone can understand;
her mind is a dictionary of sadness and heartache,
and her heart is a poetry book for the hopeless.
She is the prettiest song,
the perfect sonnet,
the most meaningful haiku,
and the longest novel.
It takes a while to read her,
seconds to love her,
and a life time to forget her.
-A.A.

Y 1:30 am
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