Imaginary Love.

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I imagine the prettiness of your eyes
and i forget about the lies,
this world has ever given me,

Thinking about your smile;
that beautiful curve;
and i want to break down those ties,
i find myself always tied to,

Promises are for weak but still i assure you.
Things of the past will be the sadness & cries,
am not going to let those tears fall from the well of thy eyes,

Playing with the swirls of your hair,
i want to drown in them,
i hold my breath and let the swoon take over me,
for its your beauty that i want the cause of my death!

The glow on your face is the light for a blind like me,
for it carries a power that keeps life in my heart,
i wonder if you can see!

The red portal you carry on your face,
is so tender that i am scared to even gaze,
the wrinkles on them lips are like hidden doors,
key to unlock them i find on my own,

Expect i nothing from you O' girl,
losing you is not an option that i fear,
source of courage finds its source in you,
i do not pray you to be mine..
'cause i know i have you already in my visions, my heart and my mind!!

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