She was beautiful
Every time I looked
I was standing
In front of blank paper
The width and length
There is only one point of ink
That makes me fixed
Her sweet smile for me
Which just means the call
does not mean love
I realize that's enough for me
I feel more calm, and flies
I'm only human
The cowardly , and timid
Always silent , and looked
I do not know this feeling
How long pent-up , and be parasite on my heart
Monday, February 20, 2012
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