It was such a sight, because of so much light,
I saw you after my flight, although we never fight.
We danced and kissed and we never missed,
But we missed each other, just like you missed your brothers.
Everywhere we go, we go with the flow, let’s never go low, but we always dressed with bows.
We travelled everywhere, here and there, leaving no money to spare.
Money wasn’t an issue, and neither was tissues.
Until one day, we walked and talked but then we got stalked, there were shots, heaps of them everywhere they just popped and never stopped.
They stopped and you dropped, you dropped just like a plop, and my heartbeat just stopped.
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Frances Helena
Frances Helena now a published author, continues to write to inspire people to use their imagination through writing and photography. Despite losing her hearing impaired at 25 years of age, she aims to become a well-known writer globally.
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