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Here she Goes down the Street all alone
Wishing he was there to hold her hand and share her pains, her laughter
But she doesn’t have enough strength to tell him how much she care.
She goes on thinking how nice it would have been if she had told him and realize he also feel the same.
But how about the fact he doesn’t feel the same?
Will she be hurt? Will she cry all and over again?
That’s the question she ask herself while walking,
“But how will I know if I don’t try” she said to herself
tomorrow she will tell him, maybe not
Maybe she could still wait a little bit in order to let him tell her at first how much he loves her,
Tell her she is his first thought in the morning and the last one in the night,
Tell her she’s is perfect just the way she is,
” I wish I could hold you in my arms and never let you go, wake up every morning by your side, watch every boring movie that will became interesting just because you are near” that’s the kind of words she wants to listen to and like a movie, it’s just playing back and forth in her mind
How much she wish he feels the same
Right now every thought, everything, every wish is just a maybe.




Young african and proud to be lady. i love writing and sharing with others. In the meantime i'm an economics student living in germany

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