Only You, and Me
Sarang Luxeu
I wrote a book last two summer back then. It was all about our story. Not actually where and when it started but enough to make an introduction on how much I admire everything about you. Every line describes how I felt. It was deep as ocean, rushing back and forth like an ocean wave. Reading every word is like looking at the stars. It was old yet beautiful. It was as if I am staring right into your eyes. I was mesmerized with all the feelings I had. What a waste for I was not able to give you this masterpiece dedicated only for you—the person who made me look upon the sky every night. The person who made me wish through the stars.
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The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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Привет , мой милый друг Забыл ли ты, как долго не писала , Прости ,но я хотела отпустить Всю слабостью ,что в себе искала . И может ты проник Моим письмом до дрожи Забыл ли мой дневник , Увиденный стихами одинокой ночи ... Об памяти прошедших дней , Ты не увидишь ни души порока Лишь слабый шепот чувств Уложенных строками тонко . Немой вопрос в глазах Оставлю с времям на последок Легонько холодом касаний уходя , Чтоб не запомнил запах пепла.
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