Treasure Island

Nautica Moxley


My Morgan


Crazy as hell,
Such a cry baby,
And don't get me started about how lazy,

But she is such a perfection,
In so many ways,
Can't even imagine,
Losing her one day,

Perfection,
From her smile,
To her walk,
and how much she LOVES to talk,

She's perfect,
Amazing,
and Beautiful in every way,

I could try to tell you how much I love her,
But there's no words to explain,

She's my everything,
My rollie,
And my sunshine in the rain,

Even though I have lost so much,
She is one blessing I've gained,

So if you ever try to hurt Morgan,
I promise you'll feel the same,
Cause for every blow you throw,
Expect twice the pain.

Submitted: Thursday, June 19, 2014
Edited: Thursday, June 19, 2014

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