I opened the back door toward the two o’clock sun
The day was winding down; the trees were blowing in the wind:
Long row of school buses: waiting for dismissal
I wish that he was here with me: Each and every day
Hangouts video chat is good and it’s bad: why must I rate them call?
Sometimes, I just don’t get this build in operator at all
I can feel your presence; I could sense your pain
A mile across the ocean: until we link up again
What do we have beside the modern gadgets: lots of emptiness?
Within our heart we search for the right song: a soothing melody
of love and relaxation. Inner peace we gladly seek
Happiness will follow: before I cry myself to sleep
These same brown eyes will smile again in the morning
Just for you to see, just like all my thoughts
Some, naughty and some nice
I am so filled with happiness: I am so enticed by lust
I shall slowly close my Samsung I pad: and think of
Love in paradise of summer 2016,
Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 9:18 AM UTC
I opened the back door toward the two o’clock sun
The day was winding down; the trees were blowing in the wind:
Long row of school buses: waiting for dismissal
I wish that he was here with me: Each and every day
Hangouts video chat is good and it’s bad: why must I rate them call?
Sometimes, I just don’t get this build in operator at all
I can feel your presence; I could sense your pain
A mile across the ocean: until we link up again
What do we have beside the modern gadgets: lots of emptiness?
Within our heart we search for the right song: a soothing melody
of love and relaxation. Inner peace we gladly seek
Happiness will follow: before I cry myself to sleep
These same brown eyes will smile again in the morning
Just for you to see, just like all my thoughts
Some, naughty and some nice
I am so filled with happiness: I am so enticed by lust
I shall slowly close my Samsung I pad: and think of
Love in paradise of summer 2016,
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