| poem-o-ramawords are meaningful and yet meaningless
things are joyful when you're around
thank god that i found you here
bringing colors to my black and whites
and that i am hugging something
i never want to let go
the laughters
the few words i heard
making my heart beat disorder
the warm touch of your hand
as we compare our skin color
i found a new me
who could love and care or feel
the way i never could
i pray to god to bless you
because you are a gift to me
that covers up my lonesomeness
and the one making nightmares turn sweet
hey figure in blue
everything my heart tells is true
that i really do love you
you make the butterflies flutter
and with every tears that falls
sings a melody
and from of all the storms that hits us
or the times when things aren't working
i hope it will make us stronger
holding hands forever. |
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