The way he looks at me
Makes me feel
Like the world is beneath me
And i am high above.
He is my sky, though.
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Coffee Stains
Short StorySwirling spoon in steaming drink Ripples the secret thoughts I think Streaming tears and long felt pains So much in my coffee stains
Sky
The way he looks at me
Makes me feel
Like the world is beneath me
And i am high above.
He is my sky, though.
