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I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your hair. The desert sky was the color of your eyes. There was nowhere I could go that wouldn’t
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| ehtes dodano: 27 czerwca 2013 |
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I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your hair. The desert sky was the color of your eyes. There was nowhere I could go that wouldn’t be you.
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| ehtes dodano: 27 czerwca 2013 |
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I wrote a poem about it, and then threw it away, because that’s the last thing I need right now: More words dedicated to people who will never dedicate a single thing to me.
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| ehtes dodano: 27 czerwca 2013 |
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I don’t know, I just feel like I should just stop thinking about it, you know, but I can’t. Maybe I’ve seen too many movies, you know, love at first sight. What do you think about love at first sight? You think you can love somebody just by looking at them? But the thing is man, I felt like I knew her, you ever get that feeling? Yeah, I probably don’t right… it felt like I did though.
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| ehtes dodano: 27 czerwca 2013 |
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It was so gorgeous it almost felt like sadness.
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| ehtes dodano: 27 czerwca 2013 |
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Morning is my favorite time of day. It’s like everything’s starting out fresh and new. I begin to get sad around noontime, and I hate it when the sun goes down. I live with those same feelings day after day.
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| ehtes dodano: 27 czerwca 2013 |
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If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.
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| ehtes dodano: 27 czerwca 2013 |
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‘But I like you.’ He cleared his throat. ‘I like you first and second and third.’
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| ehtes dodano: 27 czerwca 2013 |
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I fall in love with places, with smiles, with musics. I fall in love with little things like hot coffee on a rainy day.
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| ehtes dodano: 27 czerwca 2013 |
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It seemed like you could know me. Like you could understand anything I told you. And the more we spoke, I knew why. The same things excited us. The same things concerned us.
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| ehtes dodano: 27 czerwca 2013 |
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I wish you’ve asked for my name, or for my number, or for my e-mail, or for my hand, or for my eyes, or for a paper where you can scrawl down your number, or your dreams, or for a strand of my hair as a memoir of this day when you obviously bumped me on purpose, or for my words, or for my lips. I would’ve given you it.
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| ehtes dodano: 27 czerwca 2013 |
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One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life.
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| ehtes dodano: 27 czerwca 2013 |
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I think she is beautiful, but in a way that is not friendly, like in a way that just makes me want her to be mine.
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