Think of her just once again,
She’s been all day in my brain.
Give my watch a nervous look,
Feel myself like on the hook.
Just an hour left till when,
I can call her, and so then,
I can hear her voice once more,
Make my mind and soul fight war.
She’s amazing, it is true,
She is yellow, red and blue.
She can laugh,
And she can cry,
She can walk,
And surely fly.
She is different that’s all,
She is little, I am tall.
She’s the opposite in essence,
Though we are two little crescents,
Which if joined up, make up,
One big circle of a cup.
Which needs feeling in quite soon,
Though, no rush, use coffee spoon.
…..
Still not late enough to call,
So I might just go and roll.
Just to make the time fly by,
Till the point when we say hi.
It is great from that time on,
We talk bullshit, on and on.
Though this bullshit is what brings,
Feelings, and gives us our wings.
….
7.11.6
Think of her just once again
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