My Coco

A wise man once told me
Everyone is replaceable
And his words made sense
But upon digesting them
I thought again…
Except my coco.
She could never be replaced;
Angel-soul, she protects me
Peaceful energy, she soothes me
Generous spirit, she provides for me
When my energy runs low
She charges me up
When my fire burns slow
She lights me hot
I look into her eyes and I’m content
I run into her hugs and all is well
How then, dear wise man,
Can she be replaced?

For Estelle.


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