Can I buy your heart?
Where do I start?
How can I get to the warm part
In the middle
Love spell
My favorite riddle
Our erratic love story
Plays gracefully like a fiddle
So forgive me for asking 
Risking my heart
I’m chancing
No longer sarcastic
The stars are now blasting
In front of me
I see that things are so different
This chance I’ll gladly miss it
Wrote a goodbye letter on the stand
Sealed with red lip stick 
I had to kiss it

By Orisha Sevyn

Divine Spirit | Mother | BS | MBA HR + PA | Spiritual Leader | Greetings! I am here to speak my truth & resonate w/ those who need a little Moore guidance. 🦋✨

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