Category : Poems

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I'm writing you a song I'll never sing,
  Summer dries the green colors of spring.
  I sit in a corner and pretend to hate everyone,
  But I can't hate you; with you in my mind... 

Dance like we once danced, 
 He'll bring you your favorite roses,
  And also a good coffee...
 Remember my flowers and the sunsets.

 All the streets here are calling your name,
  But I don't know that you won't come again,
I'm writing you a song you won't hear,
 I can't hate you; being in love with you.