The industry, my heart for you.
Our kiss drops
to hang
on our lips.
the pluses
In my heart
Are charged.
She's got her tricks
around me
In her beautiful clothes.
Her eyes like puppies,
Who betray love.
Her nose with dots.
Her hasty pushes
come in luck,
In small pieces.
I live my days
With great moments,
With her in mind.
Then when she shows up,
With her smile,
And touches me?
Is there with me
A Chemistry
Originate
In my heart.
The industry
Of love,
Who betrays me.
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| Auteur: Werner S |  
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| Gecontroleerd door: Werner S | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 17 februari 2022 | ||
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