Poem.
Looking in my window that you will miss
You will not be the first lost
But maybe you’re the one that hurts
I know I am a stupid and should talk
The downside is when you look at your eyes and see
The flare emitting muted me
Tears in my eyes, fighting to get out
You are so beautiful to me stultifying.
Now I should just release tears
But seeing what the world is beautiful
I can not mourn, the snow mountain
Or the green fields, it is not,
Only when we have to talk again
Is that you can not look in the eye and say
I was going to cost not much look
But know that if you look you will miss
Maybe better than you write
If that would be best because the light in your eyes
I can no longer harm.
And if they reject me, just not answered.
If you also love me, tell me what
So when you see me will not mourn
I am weak you and your beauty
As the salt to the snow
But when I see you feel the fascination
Feel that the wolf by the moon.
If you knew that when they greeted me
I go to my room to howl,
A howl, this mixture of grief and love
I want you to be mine before the penalty
I transformed into a werewolf
Wants you to be put to howl
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