In fact, it's been a while in my head
That words and thoughts want to make a text
Something a little different, I think it would be about him
I have to admit that in my daily life, he created a nice mess
Since I got to know him, I've been feeling amazing things
I often tell myself that I was lucky that he liked me, otherwise
I'd never know that a laugh could stop the Earth from spinning
I'd never know that a single look could feel like Thanksgiving
I don't understand what's going on, there's a lot of inconsistent stuff
Since he is here nothing has changed, but everything is different
He brings me so much clutter, and so much stability
What I prefer is his strength, but the best is his fragility
I have it in my head like a melody, so my desires dance
In our history nothing is written, but everything sounds like an evidence
And if it's true that words are the voice of emotion
Mine speak out to show us his direction
I left the platform for a special train, a HST palace
We drive a thousand kilometers an hour, above the sea, in first class.
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Eight Billion Thoughts For You
PoetryJust another very thoughtful girl. * Spreading thoughts since 1996 * (Not all -but almost all - poems are mine). All rights reserved.