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Clindballe Jun 2014
Teach
me
how                           
to
dance
and                            
we'll
dance
the                             
night
away
Written: June 5. - 2014
Clindballe Jun 2014
Someone to make every wreckage on our damaged souls insignificant.
A mind of sanity and imagination. Eyes of the innocent. Mouth and ears that knows truth from false. A love so stunning and pleasant that it's
*unachievable.
Written: June 2. - 2014
Clindballe May 2014
They say that
what goes around
comes back around so
when are you coming back
Written: May 29. - 2014
Clindballe May 2014
Cry
I wanted to cry you a river.
                                                          ­                                But then I remembered
                                                      ­                                  you're a good swimmer.
Written: May 26. - 2014
Clindballe May 2014
• The place where we first met and you asked me if I was sad or it just was that way my face looked.

• The streets where you walked on the road and I on the curb so that you wouldn't have to hang to one side because I'm lower than you.

• My red hoodie where you'd put your hands up my sleeve and hold my hand when your hands got cold.

• The field where we stood hugging for so long and you first told me that you liked me and wanted to kiss me.

• The bench out by the lake where we used to sit tight and watch the stars.

• Near the school bus where people saw us holding hands and I finally felt like we were together.

• By the bonfire on a field near the school where we sat and measured who had the biggest tummy.

• The room where you laid me down in the bed and we started cuddling but someone knocked on the door so we had to stop.

• Japan where we spoke like nothing was wrong even though nothing was right and that was the last time we spoke.
(Yes, we did hold hands quite a lot and I miss it)
Written: May 26. - 2014
Clindballe May 2014
Bring me back to holding hands in the rain.
The moment where I realized that we were made for each other.
Every time we were together I got blushing cheeks
and butterflies in my stomach.
There is no one like you
nor one that makes me feel so in love
or one that makes me feel so loved.
Now there is nothing that can bring me back.
Nothing can make you feel my love.
Please
Bring me back to holding hands in the rain.
Written: May 25. - 2014
Clindballe May 2014
Boys are like chocolates.
You never know what you get.
Some are ****** and others are heavenly.
Written: May 25. - 2014
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