She's the kind of girl whose name
you never forget.
Whose name, when spoken to you 20 years since you lost her
Is still as refreshing as the scent of fresh roses.
Whose name
When you hear belongs to another
Never quite fits just the same
Because no one can wear it like she.
The kind of girl
whose name
is as sweet a song
as the voices of an angel choir
But whose sound still feels like a thousand knives
Piercing through the deepest layers of your skin
At the thought of its beauty
Because it belongs to her
whom you lost.
Whose name you can relate to a thousand different faces
Yet the one you always choose is hers.
She's the kind of girl
Whose name may never be spoken again
But remains imprinted on your heart.
The kind of girl whose identity
Is the sole purpose and proprietor
Of your love.
sunrise
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bonfire friends
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sadness
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purple skies
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true love
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My Cheerleader
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womans transformation to happiness and love
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future life together of adventures
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