look at ceiling,
it id you i am seeing,
hold my pillow tight,
is u i am feeling,
the smell of the shampoo
is the smell of ur hair,
now i am wonder myself,
why am i feeling this
feeling so deep inside of me,
like a water in desert,
is the feeling i am desire,
road so far ahead,
miles away,
to get to u,
takes my heart away,
like a roses in may,
this is when i may,
love u all the way.....
to: aisa
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