quinta-feira, janeiro 18, 2018

Without routine still weak
I not feel right
I promise my life
without dreams
Inside my door
I know that I say to you
I find passion
what can I say write books
If you live outside my door
you need a reason to see me again
Come and visit me
 I Open the door every morning
I want see your smiling to me
I don't have patience
I'm just someone that likes you
but not like just a friend
What can I say more to you



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