theresconfettiinmyshoe - poems and mess
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Theresconfettiinmyshoe - Poems And Mess

theresconfettiinmyshoe - poems and mess
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Just One Person

Just one person

Comes to help when you need it

Just one person

To spend the evening with

Just one person

To see the light in your eyes

Just one person

Who beleives in you, anytime

You need just one person


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You feel like your heart is breaking

Your inside is heavy

You can feel the missing

Time is eternity

Sometimes a memory pop up

Sometimes you have new fantasies

For others, you wanna make up

You want to call them «Dear»

But always you compare

And the past is haunting you

Because the person was rare

Because all this was new

And random, you picture her

Her face, her dark hair

Her everything


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