I still miss you.
I'm feeling the heath of the sun on my skin.
It's as warm as your soul.
At least the part of your soul i met this night, the part your eyes allowed me to see.
Your voice and your lips felt like this warm breeze touching my hair.
Your body moved and so did mine.
We moved together, only our souls touching.
Your eyes smiled more than your lips.
So bright.
You were bright.
Brighter than the disco-lights.
Brighter than anyone or anyone.
I'm still missing your light.
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Swimmingpool
Teen FictionWeil unser Kopf wie ein Swimmingpool ist. Er ist voll mit Gedanken und schäumt vor Gefühlen, oder ist leer, wenn in unserem Kopf der Winter eintritt und Gefühl kalt sind, sich sogar schlafen legen. ~ In diesem Buch geht es um meinen persönlichen S...
