Words that mostly unheard, hidden deep inside, and stays there until there would be a chance to let them all out.
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To My Dearest You,
You may not be the first guy, That made my stomach filled with butterflies; But you are the first, That your attention is my thirst.
You made me do these corny shit, But anyway, I'm doing it; I made a playlist under your name, Because other songs don't sound the same.
You made me feel the slow-mo effect, That even in my dreams I never felt; I think I'm going crazy, That even my friends can't control me.
But one day you just disappear, Just like a bubble that flew right into the air; I don't know where you at, That you went just like that.
I am lying here beside the shelf, Looking at those books filled with love stories; Asking myself "Was is it all just a dream, or they were really memories?"
