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A letter to the king's daughter


Hello baby,
It's been a while now
Before I composed paragraphs for you.

Lately,
I have been around
Being told of how roses are red and violets  blue
And that love is only for two.
But I hope that you have been okay
And that my absence has not made you jump into other unnecessary conclusions and relationships.

This time round I must admit
I am an impressed fella and literally out of words maybe that's why it took me long to come up with this piece of literature

You are a star, or maybe destined to be one,
How you stay fly fighting gravity still is something that I can't fail to marvel at.
Your smile is out of this world, it forms such beautiful curves and leaves me staring blankly at the beautiful photos you take.

I heard them say that a relit ciggeratte never tastes the same, sure, they were right. But ever tried to re light  roaches in the morning ? Unexplainable level of high and thats really how you make me feel.

I know that words alone aren't enough but imagine baby, even if I had the whole world with you still I would ask for more. More of you. You ask if I would love you naked? I have been stripping your clothes off  in numerous occasions, not because they look bad on you but because I think you look much better without them on.

I will definitely be lying telling you that you are my addiction but baby believe me when I say you make me feel good just like my joints do.

#DolAh.

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