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He speaks through his words,
He uses pen as one of his swords.
He became the sun which brightens my day,
Offers me serenade, to make me feel okay.He's not just a lover,
but also like a friend.
Well. . . he's more than my brother,
Who's always there for me in just a second.His voice is hot,
makes these butterflies in my stomach.
Even if he's sometimes cold,
my feelings cannot be controlled.
(It's always about him, my unsaid word.)No one could ever see,
I can't no longer disagree.
What you've written inside my heart is the key,
Why I always believe. . .
in the love you've thought me.CM || Lelang
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PoesiaThis is a Compilations of my poems. Hope you'll love this! 𝒶 𝓅ℴℯ𝓉ℯ𝓈𝓈 𝓌𝒽ℴ'𝓈 𝒻ℴ𝓃𝒹 ℴ𝒻 𝒸ℴℊ𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓉𝒽𝓎 ℊ𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓊𝓅𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓊𝓈 ℊ𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓈 ~•itsmeesnoopyy