Girl U a Killah..
I tell Her everyday how HAPPY I am She was born.
I hope She believes ME.
I mean U shoulda seen Her in that dress.
Coulda forgave Her for anything that She will EVER do to me on sight.
Curves.
Lombard.
Ganache over Caramel.
Clevage.
Sticky buns.
Little Debbies.
She speaks.
Her lips part.
Gap like mine.
Singular dimple when She sees my reaction.
Yes.. I Love Her.
I CAN'T help it.
From the Last hug OUR first meeting.
I felt Her. Still can. Every Rib.
So hard letting Her go. She'd become apart of me. Like one of the Important parts.
I smiled the REST of the Day..
She's ART.
I put my RED sticker on Her.
Will Never put Her on display tho.
Too selfish.
She CRIES. Makes me wanna CRY.
No tears.
I Love Her. After Never being Loved.
She re-inrtoduced me to a forgotten friend.
But its coming back to me.
Heart Muscle Memory.
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