Like a fog keeping me,
There is a wall trapping,
Like I can only see,
Like around you is a ring.
Every time you come,
I end up falling down,
Like I need to run,
But love is what I've found.
So intense it nearly kills,
Like you're trying but can't,
You are a series of deadly thrills,
And make my whole life slant.
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!!!! www.happycows.eu. Helo! Ça Va? The name's Dana, Dana Dana, (Day.na). I'm 13, come from a big family of very... loud people, despite that I am quiet, and keep to myself. I like spongebob (He made me who I am today.) I usually write poems, sometimes a story, and blogs if I'm lacking in poetry ideas. 'One can be addicted to a certain type of sadness' unknown person, please stop writing about me. ¡¡¡¡
Cerulean drops just like those eyes Umbrella is used as a disguise Run.
I turn in the most ungracious way and see her standing there in the hallway, looking at me. Staring straight through what's left of my cold, petty soul. It burns, the way hot sand burns your feet.
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