• thewritepaper 9w


    She is similar to a pumpkin
    With the fluffy chins
    She is not thin
    But she always wins
    Others hearts !!!

    She is in love with black
    And she is a insomniac
    Always stood by my back
    Loves to do quack-quack

    Missing her so much
    She loves me overmuch

    She saw in her dreams
    The huge nameplate
    Made with scrumptious chocolates

    She is a childish too
    Loves when the wind blew

    Dreadfully captivated to dance
    Always gives subsequent chance

    Her dreams are so high
    God !
    Give her strength to fly
    With the open wings
    Sometimes she does bickerings