Poesi #1
All these pictures, replaying in my head,
it makes me think, it makes me each.
Having you, your my daily bread.
So i get into bed and close my eyes for the end of the day,
when really i only have one thing to say.
My one, my true, i do love you.
It will get better, just wait and see,
or else i'll go on a killing spree.
it makes me think, it makes me each.
Having you, your my daily bread.
So i get into bed and close my eyes for the end of the day,
when really i only have one thing to say.
My one, my true, i do love you.
It will get better, just wait and see,
or else i'll go on a killing spree.
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