Today the boy I like told me I was pretty,
He said he liked to feel my breath,
it confirms I'm still alive,
my heartbeat is all for you,
I like looking into your eyes as much as you do,
One night the stars shall align and I will call you my home.
You will call me yours,
And your heart will be my lullaby,
For now tomorrow is left,
and I will braid your hair.
-23.01.24

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