my little new poem π
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I miss the days we've never met, 
the sunsets waiting to be seen, 
holding hands, so close weβd get,
I dream of where we'd have been.
The taste of honey, 
Sweet Nutella with you,
I miss from nine to nine 
Writing with love-filled glances,
With your lips, I dream again.
Under a sweet sky full of light,
The purest love flows like a stream,
from above, beyond all sight,
desires of you, like a dream.
I miss you, I whisper in the night,
though I don't really know you yet,
my heart soars out of sight,
dreaming of the moment β 
we first met 11.16
βLife is a dreamβ

 
                 
                 
                 
                 
                 
                