segunda-feira, 30 de maio de 2016

Poema 02

Tonight I lay
And then I cry
Cause I miss you more
Than the moon misses light
Your warm skin
And what we've become
This sweet dream
That I am back home
I guess you'll never know
How shinning can you be
Because whenever I'm lost
You're the only thing I see

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