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Everytime..
Everytime.. i look at you..
Everytime i think about you..
Everytime i am with you...
You make me feel...
Make me feel more special..

'What youu doing???'

'Shit! Damiano you scared me!!'

'Ahahaha sorryyy'

'Not funny!!'

'Oh come on it was a little funny!'

'No! But what do you want??'

'I just wanted to know what you were doing'

'I was writing..'

'Writing???'

'Yes i write poems'

'Ohhh yeah thomas told me..'

'Soo ???'

' uhh coralína.. why are you writing poems??..'

'because i can express myself.. and.. i just love to write..'

'Okay can i uhm maybe read some??'

'Uhhh yeah sure damiano..'

When everything..
When everything..seems so..
When everythings seems so sad..
It makes me mad..
It makes me sad...
It makes me feel lonely..

Lonely...

It makes me feel so sad.. and lonely..

But i still wanna know..

Why do i feel so sad and lonely?...

.

you...

You make me happy...

You make me happy when the sky is grey...

You make me happy when the sun is shining..

You make me happy when the sun isn't shining...

You...

You make me happy...

.

Somewhere...

Somewhere...

Where do we go??...

Somewhere...

We go somewhere...

only we know...

A place that no one knows...

Only we know ....

.

'This is so beautifull coralína..'

'Thank you damiano..'

'Can i maybe read some more??..'

'Uhhh.. yeah sure...'

I walked..

I walked across..

I walked across the river..

And i saw..

I saw you...

Across the river...

As i walked trough you...

You seemed to dissapear...

You seemded to fade away..

I couldn't scream..

And i couldn't see..

You... walking away..

Slowly fading away...

.

As the sun stets...
It gets darker inside my head...

It gets darker...

Everytime...

When the suns sets...

It gets darker in my head..

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'Coralína i don't know what to say...'

'You???'

'Yes.. i am kind speechless this is so beautiful..'

'Well thank you..'

'Anyways you wanna come have diner?'

'What ? With you??'

'Yes with me thom and ethan , vic are out for diner i didn't wanted to go cause after they are going to some club andd i don't like parties..'

'Ohhh well uhmm okay...'

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Enjoy!!🩷💜

{all the poems are writen by me :) don't copy }

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