Her Story:

Tears seeping through the cracks of my fragile fingers

Hands cradle my broken heart, cupped around my beautiful face

Body abandoned, lonely as I continued to shed  rapid waterfalls from my eyes

And in the midst of my pain, a kind hand reached out to me

Asking for nothing in return only that I accept it

He cupped my face in one hand, with the other he wiped away my tears, and slightly kissed the top of my forehead 

This was the beginning of a new journey

His Story:

I remember that first night I saw her

She looked like a broken angel sitting amongst the pavement

Tears were falling down her beautiful face

So, I offered her my hand, and for a moment I thought she wouldn’t accept it, but she did

I didn’t know what came over me

Cuz just the night before when I was talking with my boys

It was Money over bitches and bros before hoes

It was all about getting that quick nut 

Leave her then come back later only to repeat it again

but never nothing serious

It was swoon her, then bang her

Let her get my camera and take pictures with no film, to make her think that we were making memories

And yet that day when I saw her, I changed

It was something in me that made me want to take her

Love her because she glowed with beauty from the inside out

As if she was placed there, to change my life

So when she took my hand, I told her I would love her unconditionally

I promised she’d always be my broken angel

This is Gorgeous

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