Your brown eyes smile and
I think God made you out of
my sweet reveries.
You pocket my heart
so I left my number too
what else can I lose?
If my phone rings and
I see your name, tell me this
isn’t just a dream.
Daydreams of the Young
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Lool, who’s the guy, Dana? Hope he calls. Heh heh 😛
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Sora! Ahaha no one in particular. Just a poem idea I had. :p
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