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grab a book,
sit in the rain,
and write what you feel.
can be ****** throughs,
but in the end,
is pretty good feel,
the cold rain,
in your face.
-d.a
all start with part time friend who starts being full time love,
who lives under books and poetry,
i dont see other but only you.
your kisses on the brain is a thing that makes me special,
your kisses are so soft and my body's swinging from
Side to side,
bc i dont see other but only you.
the place of our 1st kiss is magical so magical that i cant explain,
is like fairytails out of books is a city where castle are real,
and you live there and i dont see other but only you.
i want find you and your magical place,
and the trees will whisper my name,
just bc you're smart dont make you geek, right?
bc i dont see other but only you
smart,
kind,
but you...
you're always trying being funny and makes my messy world feel awesome,
i'm so in love for your the way you see the problems on my head,
bc i dont see other but only you.
me being crazy and you  being calm...
can we have a hosue with thousand of books ?
bc i only see you...
-d.a
just inspiration on juno movie soundtrack
Touching the grass,
i hear the nature sounds.
Is so good smell the grass,
during the morning sun.
-d.a
A cute and detailed steel cage
Because who arrested her knew what he was doing
A steel cage, with curves painted with gold
The girl inside was so pure
Velvet face and autumm colored lips
Flying hair between the bars in an innocent dance
But inside the perfect dance
She was unhappy
Why was so unhappy someone so beautfiul?
Because she was trapped
Nobody should feel trapped
So free her and let her live
Because cages are to fit and not to arrest
-d.a
You can ride on my carrousel
Always and always circulating
With shinning horses painted with oiled paint
You can ride on my carrousel
Always spinning in a sky blue painted ceiling
Enter in my carrousel
The children are playing
But they dont disturb
They only bring back good memories
-d.a
Christmas
That time of the year,
The only holiday,
Where we sit in front of dead trees,
and eat candy from the socks,
because christmas without,  christmas things isnt the same thing.
-d.a
Oh Winter,
why are you so cold.
Bring the heat back
That leave us warm.
-d.a
Just throughs about a girl who lives in a cold city
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