she's the one
really,
the one i could facetime at 3 am
just to talk why face masks are black or red.
i can't get tired of her voice
how someone could ever...
she's able to look gorgeous every time i look at her
is she after nap, from bed, still not awake
is she from a shopping with her mom, full of life inside
is she just with me, sitting silent -
she will always and forever look cute.
i can't stop thinking about her
caring, either...
i won't let her go
she's just mine.
i have her.
i have her.
i have my world.
i have my love...
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a girl. her
Short StoryFirst try letting my feelings out. May it be the first pancake ever - not the one that you've been hoping, but maybe better than the worst. I hope every reader will feel more or less, see themselves more or less in these words and sentences. I hope...
