I still remember.
About december.
Everytime I see a girl who's a latina, my heart would think of her. Her beauty and spunk. God I felt like she was a firecracker. She wouldve been witty and clever. Im sure. She would've had sex like a demon like no one else could. She would be artistic and hang on my shoulder like an emblem of love.
But those were just dreams I was thinking of.
And I still remember how she hated rhymes.
How she could be so desperate and cry.
She yelled at me and filled me with pain. I couldn't take it all like I hoped I could. I just hope one day, shell be happy and smile. Live life like she should.
rhymes blow.
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