At least I dead once
Speaking out like I will never speak again.
Voice became the voice of moses from bible.
Digging down with fingers like a chicken searching worms.
All sides eye's were into me.
Like singing Beatles song and dance.
Shame on rejection but tryed.
Making dreams come true.
Looking at her face I saw the fear. Don't go away wait for me.
Suspecting bad thing may happen
But all I wanted to say was that four later word and hear her emotions.
All I can say is that giving up is a language of people who undermine themselves.
Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 2:23 PM UTC
At least I dead once
Speaking out like I will never speak again.
Voice became the voice of moses from bible.
Digging down with fingers like a chicken searching worms.
All sides eye's were into me.
Like singing Beatles song and dance.
Shame on rejection but tryed.
Making dreams come true.
Looking at her face I saw the fear. Don't go away wait for me.
Suspecting bad thing may happen
But all I wanted to say was that four later word and hear her emotions.
All I can say is that giving up is a language of people who undermine themselves.
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