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Najati Al Husseini
30th Jan. 2001
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You
 
Waiting for a sound you make,
doesn't matter if it’s real or fake.
Thinking of your voice, keeps me awake,
although sleepiness caught my eyes at peak.

Staring at your eyes I can't not do.
Its like magic, you look at me, I look at you.
The look you give me, takes me.
The smile you show me, melts me.
And the voice you make… something I want to listen to every day.

Your pure blue eyes I can't get over,
the drizzling blue shine, diamonds get jealous over.
I turn off the light, close my eyes, fight the sleep,
to see the pleasure of your blue eyes.
It’s the only thing that keeps me alive.

Your hands I want to hold, too scared my hands are cold.
Why don’t you hold mine, they might feel warm.
Why don’t you call, I'm by the phone.
I daydream of you; my room walls feel for my looks, all.

Your name, a smile.
Your name my smile.
And you, you’re the soul that eases the pain of all.
You're me, inside of me.
No Right Click
Opinion?

Dont like it.
Not my style.
It is alright.
I like it.
I LOVE it!


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