Picture of Her
I saw your face and my heart skipped a beat
Seeing you is my biggest dream
I saw him and my heart danced in my stomach
He saw me and my cheeks went red
I drew a picture of me sitting alone under a tree
And put it in my locker
When Valentines Day came around
I opened my locker and there was an envelope taped inside
Opening the envelope I took out a folded peice of paper
When unfolded the peice of paper was a picture drawn of me
Sitting under the same tree only with him hugging me
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The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves. Until one day there are none.
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Inverno houra Roselia
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