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Poetry

Someday when the pages of my life end. I'd know that you'll be one of the most amazing chapters...

.B.e.g.a.i.n.

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by timebefore

by timebefore

He entered the book,
With his open heart,
Beautiful eyes,
For the story to start.

He became the one for me,
Not caring whether he'd notice me,
I noticed the stars in his eyes,
But he didn't notice the galaxies in me.

He was so beautiful,
Beautiful for the way he talked,
He was so pure,
Pure for his eyes spoke his heart out.

Maybe I was in love,
Not with the face,
But the soul,
That always had me fall,
Fall for him even more.