August 23 2015

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My First Love was a Thief

An angel is Singing a lullaby softly under the silver moon tonight

Lilac color gracing her cheeks in the cold;

Laying atop a Blanket with her hair splayed softly around her figure

Images of happiness and Laughter dancing somewhere behind her eyes

As Wine colored blood escapes her lips as a silent sigh in the darkness

Her heart shattered when he drove away in his 77' Camaro, taking her soul with him;

Leaving her alone with Tears washing waterfalls of silent sadness over her ivory skin

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