With Grassy Windows & Wooden Slits

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September 2012

Need to go to that dreaming place,

just to see your beautiful face,

can't space out, staring at one,

your beauty burns my eyes blind like the sun,

 

with grassy windows you see crazy,

with woodened slits i see a maybe,

but lately you've disappeared off the face of my Earth,

this is for the best, you decrease my worth,

 

never will i forget what you did, what you said,

the flase lies and the texts i read,

but that doesn't stop me from random nights,

dreaming we never had any fights,

 

it's not right, you left to be fair,

cause you saw how i looked at your hair,

felt how i cared, figured i was wrong,

left me to only write about you through poem.

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