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Feelings in this poem, it was just something to write, there is no actual purpose to it. |
| Night skies, blue cars passing by The way they stare into each others eyes Wind that blows through their hair Smiles that make people stare A world of emptiness A world of standard mess The world comes to an end But I have you instead Our dreams in which were one denied Have now to come alive The world at it's peek But your with me, thats all i see ~Happiness ~Love ~Peace ~Surrender Perfect things to have in this world Perfect tings to have with you |