I dreamt
I flick my hair
Put nail paint, wear dresses
Maybe somebody will fall in love
Maybe somebody will look twice
I wait for my beautiful someone
I wait for my story to be written
Wait for poems to describe my eyes
Search for letters in my bag
When we'll meet, I'll shout out to the world
Will talk to you even when I'll have nothing to say
Will sleep in your arms, reside under your breat...
Wednesday 19th April 2017 4:48 pm
Fangirl
Library was her hiding place
Behind the shelves, between different chapters of a book
The doors to different world set wide open
Every time she turned a page
The syndrome of the scent of books, she diagnosed
She lived a fictious life among fictious people
When the real world disowned her
That's the time when the girl behind he glasses takes a look around
& all she could see was a...
Wednesday 19th April 2017 4:46 pm
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