by Lover Boii
Maya doesn't talk
The way the normal do
And I'm not talking about her eyes
It's how she cares for you
It's in the touch of gentle hands
And the softness of her voice
It's her need to worry
Like she doesn't have a choice
It's her heart that leaves me questioning
Where does she have the room?
Her heart's a gentle flower
And it's in forever bloom
She laughs, she cries, she loves, she cares
And all things in between
It's amazing how normal
My Little friend can seem
But normal is the opposite
Of this pristine girl
I still can't fully grasp her
My head's left in a whirl
So don't you dare get caught
Thinking she is norm
Maya is unique
In every way and form
Submission date : 2007-05-03
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