A cool wind blew softly.
I saw leaves flying through my window.
It was a sunny and bright.
A day with a gold sight
When was the last time my heart was soft?
Although my mind always went aloft.
I'm not letting myself becomes a monster.
Although I am, I always wanted to walk besides her.
Her inner beauty, a masterpiece, an art!
A girl with the purest heart!
And here I am always standing close on.
With a foul heart.
Longing to learn the secret of the heart.
But how?
Why?
What?
Where do I start?
As I feel hopeless without answers...
"not all things have answers", said the girl.
You just have to feel it here,
As she touch my chest I could feel my heart getting warmer and warmer.
No words can describe the touch of your heart.
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