This is actually a very very short song I wrote over 6 years ago.


See you with that stupid grin you wear.
See you and all I can do is stare (at you).
Everytime I look into those deep brown eyes,
I wonder what you're thinking.

And every inch of you is like heaven,
and everything you do is like the wind.
And every time I try to come around,
it seems like that's where you're going.

Sometimes late at night, I see your face,
veiled in darkness, but still it's clear.
Whisper softly to me, "I still feel you,"
and somehow, I know it's not a dream.


The End

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