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My Walk

a Saturday, June 20, 2009 b







For all the times that you tried to talk but i shout.






For all the times you tried to show but i didn't want to see.






For all the times you tried to explain, and i repel.






For all the times you TRIED.






I'm sorry.



Walk me through this alley, will you please?


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a Monday, June 08, 2009 b


I know the many things we did.





I know the many things we lost.





I know the many things we missed.





I know the many things we said,





but this thing





i want you to know,





now and for eternity





is that i am





irrevocably in love





with you.










Love is never in vain,

no matter how steep you have to climb.


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a Sunday, June 07, 2009 b


The kiss you plant at the crown of my head.

The smile you carve that's imprint in my head.

The way you grip when i'm swaying and rocking.

The sharp turns you make when i keep digressing.





The jokes that makes me want to laugh and to cry.

The day you've captured this heart,


the very first day that you pry.





I thank you for being,


the net that i need.

I want you to know,


you're the very man,

that i need.

For when i fall and when i slip.

For when i dream of you in my sleep.







Maybe someday,


We'll be able to lock.


The lock of love to the Ponte Vecchio.








.:Arfah:.

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