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Your a girl in my class over by your friends not really noticing me. We talk barley, but when we do it’s a good talk and I miss talking to you when your done. I get that you have a boyfriend but that’s beside the point. At this point I don’t care because I want you.
You’re my girl on the train.
But I know you your name
What you look like how you sound
What you like
And I want to know is are you gonna be my girl?
But if you want to be my girl in the train just don’t lead me on
Storms are an amazing thing they turn the night sky into a summer day. As I sit here doing one of my favorite activities, watching storms. As the lighting jumps from cloud to cloud it lights up other clouds creating something no person can recreate by hand, and dare I say with a computer. Then a bright…
I get this feeling that I’m being followed by something no one can see or hear, only feel. And when you feel it you get a feel that only it can make you feel. It follows you everywhere no matter where. What is it you may ask well all I can say is that love is a powerful thing. That as long as you love yourself you will feel this feeling no one else can feel.