STRANGER IN THE MIST
Your so cute , your so fine
Your blowing my mine
You speak so softly
You have good morals I cannot pretend
I like the way you speak
In that short moment I enjoyed your company.
I did not want to let the conversation end
So much so I am in misery .
But if its ment to be we will see eachother again
And hopefully be friends.
Copyright © carolina wayland | Year Posted 2022
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