She's like the wind,
With a heart open,ready to sing.
She is my sin,
Devoured by beauty,the air becomes thin.
She is the dark,
In debt to her,covered by her mark.
She's not there,
Yet my thoughts are bound...Bound somewhere.
She drives me crazy,
Looking so fragile,as if a daisy.
emo
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