Her Habit In Life
Honesty wasn't just her habit, it was the way of her life
The truth on her tongue sometimes felt sharper than the knife
Kindness sort of dwell in her heart
She had a dream to turn the world into art.
It was more than just a pretty face she had
She was the sun in the evening going red
She had a smile, only one of a kind
It was just so beautiful, like a happy illusion of the mind.
She had a kind and caring heart
She was a gift of nature's living art
Her curiosity led her to the places she's never been before
It was the beat in her heart and the reason she was breathing for.
Starting to put poems out now
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