Much as I leave a blank page
To write your name and tell yourself
Many of my figure of speech that the main-play
To uncover the mystery of your eyes
But you've got the castle glass
You trap yourself there
I kept poetry for you
But you're still in the glass castle
None of meaning are you copyright your eyes for millions of my poem
Already millions of figure of speech strung
Hyperbole is exaggerated
But that's longing
Already millions!
I can not even count my poem jumnlah
Until blood will not flow to the fingertips
The always pressed this pen
Like you asked her feelings
You know?
I've had enough rhyming for you!
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