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Poetry By: Ghonesis


Submitted:Jan 23, 2012    Reads: 16    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

Perfection doesn't even begin,

To describe the way I see her.

Because I've had a look within.

You'll never find out how I thought she were.


She's like the sky,

You can stare at her forever and still wonder why

it will never bore you.

It's such an amazing view.


There's no way I could tell,

On me she has casted a spell.

A spell cast by her heavenly eyes,

Of all lotteries she is the highest price.


My godess, so sweet,

So many times I've cried...

You are nothing but a silly dream,

That kills me inside.


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